“Excuse me, young male about town. Could you spare a moment of your time?”
Barely pausing to wonder what sort of marketing scheme, scam, con, or otherwise it might be, Hiroshi turned to say ‘no’, but stopped when he caught sight of them. Instead he blurted, “what are you supposed to be?”
“Why, we are just three ordinary maids, like the kind you can find anywhere,” answered a woman with severe expression and short purple hair; a bang of which hung over one eye. “Why, what ever is the matter? Is there something wrong with our apparel?”
Hiroshi considered their white–cotton and black–satin maid outfits; with ruffled caps, frilled aprons, corsets that cinched their waists, puffed sleeves, tight bodices, and skirts that would swish so well when they walked. Their vintage clothes were not the everyday, ordinary sort things women wore, and immediate brought images of being waited on, hand–and–foot, by three very domesticated servants to his mind.
In short, it was a most delightful cosplay fantasy. So, holding two thumbs up, Hiroshi declared most emphatically, “oh no! Don’t change a thing. You’re perfect!”
“Indeed,” a sultry, dark–haired refuge from a maid café agreed without a trace of modesty. “Why then, with that in mind, I am sure you would be willing to assist us.”
“I sure would,” Hiroshi agreed at once. After reflecting, he amended, “uhm, if I can.”
“Oh, it is but a simple task,” pronounced the cheerful honey blonde maid. “If it would not be an inconvenience, we merely ask the favor of guidance around this institution. Will you be our amenable?”
“No problem,” Hiroshi avowed. “… but why?”
“Then we shall be in your care,” she declared, and the three spread their skirts and curtsied politely, driving any further questions from his mind. Their tops, buttoned up to high collar around their necks, covered them quite decently, but so tightly that there was little left to his fertile imagination when they dipped and leant forward.
Thus in short order, Hiroshi found himself giving the trio a guided tour of the school. This involved them hanging onto his every word, and occasionally his arms as they leaned in close to ask the oddest of questions.
“Why, thank you for assisting our reconnaissance,” the blonde eventually announced, and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek; clearing his head of any thought over her odd phrasing. “Your information has been greatly appreciated!”
“Anytime,” the dazed boy mumbled incoherently as they bade him farewell.
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