The ‘uniform’ hung in front of her, barely less fabric than her bikini in senior year. It was nothing like what the other maids she saw on site had – the denim-blue shapeless dress or button-down and matching pants, combined with a thick linen apron, gloves and a variety of shoes definitely not stipulated by the contract.
Not like her uniform, where whoever designed it clearly forgot that clothing was supposed to be covering the body. The lace-decorated stilettos were worrisome enough already, since she wasn’t sure how she’d be able to walk in this set. The white garter belt and stockings, sheer to the point of being more bits of lace attached to pearlescent tissue, were not much better, but that was nothing compared to the actual ‘uniform’ portion of the outfit.
There in front of her hung an apron, sheer enough where she could see the hanger and wall behind the fabric. The thing would barely cover from her nipples to her thighs, and certainly did not cover anything beyond the square right in front of her. It wouldn’t be so bad though if there was anything else to go with it.