You have to think about the offer, looking over the rows of rubbery garments. They absolutely have everything here any latex lover could possibly wish for. For a second you think of asking to take the dress you just carried here, still unsettled by the thought that this dress was a guy a few minutes before.
The store clerk obviously noticed your look. “Dreaming of getting married?”, she says with a compassionate tone before you think she makes a sigh, giving you the feeling that she wanted to add something, but she doesn’t say anything more. You wonder what she means while you are reminded that you absolutely know nothing about this world. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to play the eager helper. You turn around and see that she is indeed looking pitiful at you, and you can’t stop yourself raising your brows in question.
She notices your look and you can watch her blushing. “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean too… Who is your master, Miss?” She tries to change the topic. “Ahem…” Master? She really thinks you were some kind of servant. “I have none, it is just a costume...” you giggle, but choke on it when you see how her eyes narrow into a very serious look. “You know that you are never allowed to deny your status maid”, she says clearly menacing now. “You ain’t a runner, are you?”
You can only gulp on the sudden change of tone, realizing that you made a mistake. Out of reflex you look to the door to check for a possible escape route, but it doesn’t get unnoticed. “You stay here!”, she yelled and jumps towards you…