First client?
The words echoed in the still air of the storage room.
Mara felt her heart flip inside her chest.
It wasn't fear.
It wasn't rejection.
It was… anticipation.
Oh my God, she thought to herself as Alice pulled an outfit from the box. This just keeps getting better.
Paradise, it seemed, had just knocked on her door.
"Perfect," Alice said, a spark of excitement in her voice as she found what she was looking for."Here you go, dear. Put this on. I'll go keep the client entertained while you get ready," she added, giving her a gentle pat on the head before quickly heading out the door.
When Mara looked at the clothes she'd been handed, a wave of embarrassment flushed her face.
Unlike the simple outfit Mordred had given her—a plain brown shirt and black shorts—this was, without a doubt, women's clothing. And not just any clothing.
The set consisted of a white blouse with a black ribbon at the collar, a short black skirt with fitted suspenders, and a pair of black stockings that reached up to her thighs.
Overall, it looked simple, but undeniably eye-catching.
While she had accepted her new reality and this new body with relative ease, there were still things that deeply unsettled her.
Women's clothing was one of them.
However, for completely obvious reasons, there was one thing that wouldn't change—not even if her body were changed again, or she dared to imagine, if her memories were erased: her taste for women.
Do it for the beautiful women, Mara. What is this small humiliation if it lets you take women to bed? she thought, trying to convince herself that it was a sacrifice she should be willing to make in exchange for all that pleasure.
So, with all the embarrassment in the world, she proceeded to put on the clothes Alice had given her.
This is fucking embarrassing, was the only thing she could think as she dressed—and just as she finished, the door opened, revealing Alice once more.
"Are you ready, Mara?" she said as she stepped into the room."See? I told you it would suit you. Now hurry, come with me—we can't keep the client waiting any longer," she added, taking Mara by the arm and gently pulling her toward the reception area.
As they approached, Mara could see two women leaning against the reception counter, speaking in low voices as if discussing something.
One was a tall elf with emerald-green hair, and the other was a woman wearing sophisticated armor, with black hair so long it nearly reached her waist.
"Very well, Miss Rae, your 'masseuse' is ready," Alice announced, making both women turn toward them. "Isn't she cute?"
"Y-y-yes," stammered the beautiful black-haired woman, her face visibly flushed all the way to her ears.
"Mara, this is Miss Rae. She requested an… extra-special massage service, so please take good care of her," Alice said, gently nudging Mara forward.
"Hello, Lady Rae. You'll be my first client, so please forgive my inexperience," Mara said, extending her hand in greeting.
The woman seemed to freeze in shock.
She was a bundle of nerves, her cheeks blazing with an intense blush.
But a clear, carefree laugh from the green-haired elf broke the tension of the moment.
"Hahaha… sorry about Miss Rae's state. She's just a bit nervous—it's her first time requesting a massage service," she said, emphasizing the last word with a tone that made it clear she meant something far more intimate.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Miss Rae," Alice chimed in with a soft chuckle."Mara, Miss Rae paid for the deluxe room. It's the one up the stairs on the third floor. Please, take her there."
Mara simply nodded, taking Rae's hand. She still hadn't said a word and was trembling slightly.
"Take your time and enjoy yourself, Rae!" the green-haired elf called out loudly, already chatting with Alice as if nothing had happened.
This is going to be fun, Mara thought to herself as she guided the nervous knight toward the stairs leading up to the third floor.