When Varian and Isadora stepped out of the space crack, they were greeted by Hazel who was patiently waiting.
The fairy was adorned in a black and white maid uniform, a black top with a generous V-cut on the chest, a skirt that ended on her knees and white stockings to finish it off. The 'maid' Hazel looked at Varian with not-so-hidden anticipation.
Isadora's brows frowned at the visual and she looked at Varian with contempt.
"I…" Varian didn't know what to say.
He never asked Hazel to do anything like this. All they talked was work, work and work. So, what the fuck was this chick thinking?
"From now on, you're wearing this."
With a wave of his hand, a large yellow costume, the kind that cosplayers wear in children's parks, enveloped Hazel.
Except for her face and wings, nothing else was visible.
"Wh-What?" Hazel was confused.
"I guess that's not enough,"
With a flip of his palm, a thick veil covered her face.
