Moe Moe Kyun?

I went into the changing room carrying the clothes bag Ian had handed me.

-Look forward to it, Plia.

…Just what had he prepared that he kept telling me to look forward to it?

It wasn’t just once or twice, either. I think I’d heard it dozens of times over the past few days.

At this point, it was honestly starting to scare me.

Nervous but also a little excited, I opened the clothes bag.

And inside was…

“…A French maid outfit?”

A French maid outfit designed more for sex appeal than practicality.

Setting aside the question of why he even had one, it didn’t look like an ordinary French maid outfit, either...