◆Old Event - To Attend | RM 1822 | Medium Aphros

[thebooblesstwin]

For the past 10 minutes, Hisca Aiheap had been standing idly outside the doors of her master's chambers; a troubled sort of expression reflected on her face. She had been a knight turned bodyguard, specifically assigned to watch over and protect the life of the man whom she knew was waiting on the other side for her arrival. Like everyone who

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[killsclients]

Magato's rather excited to finally see Hisca again, and fairly happy when he sees that she's complied with his orders yet again and ditched her knight uniform for that of his maids. Even the cuffs which are disguised as wrist wraps, and the collar that is disguised as a choker. However, as nice as she looks, she's late. There are punishments for those who fail to obey him in a prompt and orderly manner, and Hisca is not at all exempt from that. In fact, he holds her even more strictly that rule of punishment than anyone else in his manor. After all, what chance would he pass up to punish this proud knight placed in his stead

[thebooblesstwin]

She stood quietly in her spot, hands neatly folded in front of her. She didn't move because she was hesitant or afraid, but merely because if she did, she was sure that her skirt would ride up higher then it already was.

"Yes, I know I'm late." Hisca bowed her head, lifting it after a moment to contemplate what to next before advancing forward. Her cheeks flushing slightly as each stepped caused her skirt to sway with each move. How the maids could stand wearing something like this was beyond her comprehension, and she found herself wishing to be back in the same comfort of her armor.

When she was standing directly in front of him, she stopped again. More then likely she'd be punished for her tardiness but as to what it would be, she had yet to find out.

[killsclients]

Magato watched happily as Hisca awkwardly approached him. His eyes, of course, focused on her legs that were, for the most part, entirely exposed to him. Stockings were normally part of the uniform, but he had deigned to leave that out of the one that had been provided to her specifically. He had also left out undergarments, but whether or not she simply wore her own was yet to be seen. Turning to his side, he carefully removed the contents of a waist-height table beside his chair before moving it in front of him and in between himself and Hisca.

"Bend down over this," he ordered her. "And hold on to the table legs." What she might not have noticed, though, in the dimness of the room, were the small locks on the table legs that would connect to her wrist wrappings.

[thebooblesstwin]

At first she hadn't noticed it, but once everything had been cleared away, she soon realized why he had given her such instructions. He didn't need to explain what those locks were for; Hisca already had a vague guess on their purpose.

"You...You can't be serious." Her hands immediately moved behind her to hold her skirt down in the back. Cheeks reddening at the thought of being displayed in such an embarrassing position in front of him, she took a step back. "If...if I do that then master will see..."