Karen wasn't entirely sure what she'd done to earn special treatment from the hotel, but if it meant she got to live in a room like this, clearly she needed to keep doing it. The normal hotel rooms were already quite luxurious, but this was enough to impress even a rich girl like her, even before the addition of a sexy redhead in a maid uniform.
She'd been relaxing on the bed in her nightgown, so she sat up and turned to sit on the side of the bed. "Ah, is that dinner? Just set it anywhere for the moment, and come here and sit. That can't be at all comfortable."
"As you wish," she nodded and bowed slightly, closing the door behind her, balancing the tray on her other hand. She had no problem doing so, even if she never was a real maid.
She made her way over to the bed, her heels making soft thumps across the floor, placing the tray on the nightstand. After she lifted the lids from the plates and placed them away, she sat down on the bed. She felt slightly uncomfortable since the dress was too short, so she had to cross her legs.
Karen was keenly aware of what exposed too much of which parts of Katarina's body, but when she reached over and unbuttoned a couple more buttons on the dress, it was for an entirely unrelated reason. "There," she said as she withdrew her hands. "You should feel less constricted now."
She took a teacup from the nightstand. "So. Who are you, and what would you rather be doing?"
Katarina blushed slightly and looked away. Yes, hear breasts were not constricted anymore, but her cleavage was even more exposed. A one tug or two and she would be naked for the upper part. She tried to relax but it was kind of hard in this kind of outfit. It was slightly embarrassing.
She turned her gaze back at the woman:"My name is Katarina Du Couteau and I have a challenge to attend but the blasted Hotel took away my weapons. So, I must listen to what's been told to me while wearing this if I want to get my stuff back." Blunt and to the dot.
And informative as well. "So you're a fighter. And a good one, or I imagine whoever gave you that scar wouldn't have stopped with that."
Karen sighed, and fell backward onto the bed, her nightgown outlining the shape of her body. "It's nice to meet you, Katarina. I'm Karen Minazuki. I had medical textbooks to study, and friends to secretly protect the world with. And I'm apparently someone the Hotel still doesn't understand, if it thought I'd like you better submissive."
She'd been relaxing on the bed in her nightgown, so she sat up and turned to sit on the side of the bed. "Ah, is that dinner? Just set it anywhere for the moment, and come here and sit. That can't be at all comfortable."
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She made her way over to the bed, her heels making soft thumps across the floor, placing the tray on the nightstand. After she lifted the lids from the plates and placed them away, she sat down on the bed. She felt slightly uncomfortable since the dress was too short, so she had to cross her legs.
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She took a teacup from the nightstand. "So. Who are you, and what would you rather be doing?"
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She turned her gaze back at the woman:"My name is Katarina Du Couteau and I have a challenge to attend but the blasted Hotel took away my weapons. So, I must listen to what's been told to me while wearing this if I want to get my stuff back." Blunt and to the dot.
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Karen sighed, and fell backward onto the bed, her nightgown outlining the shape of her body. "It's nice to meet you, Katarina. I'm Karen Minazuki. I had medical textbooks to study, and friends to secretly protect the world with. And I'm apparently someone the Hotel still doesn't understand, if it thought I'd like you better submissive."
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