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Chapter 27
Piper
The day of the partydidn’t make the outfit any better. I stared at it on its hanger, and the dubious black frilly monstrosity that even an anime character would have scoffed at stared back with just as much contempt if not more.
Really, how lower could I get?
I already cleaned their toilets, did their laundry, and made their beds. I mean, they were relatively clean, but still, I was waiting for that proverbial used condom to drop or at least a stiff wash rag to appear. They were guys after all. From my experience with them, vampires wanted sex just as much as the next hormonal driven Neanderthal.
Sighing, I chewed on my thumbnail while I hyped myself up to wear the damn thing. It wasn’t that bad. It could be worse. They could make me wear something like this every day while cleaning the toilets, doing the laundry, and making their beds.
“Fuck, Piper, grow some balls.” I threw my hands in the air and grabbed the thing off the hanger. I’d already put on the frilly underwear over my own. I opted out for a bra because the corset top pretty much kept the girls in place without any chances of a nip slip.
I got the dress on and halfway laced up when I remembered the shop lady had to help me get the rest of it done up before.
Crap.
Just as I start to panic, Darren knocked on the door. I knew it was him because he always knocked three times, soft but firm, before waiting a moment and then doing it again. He didn’t yell or ask if I was there, not until I answered first. I wasn’t sure if this was something the masters had instilled in him or if he decided to do it on his own. Either way, I was happy for the regularity.
“Come in, Darren, it’s unlocked.”
The doorknob turned, and Darren slipped in with a frown marring his lips. “You should never just assume a person is who they are or keep your door unlocked.” His eyes moved to my partially dressed self. “Especially, while dressing.”
I tapped my foot, my hands on my hips. “Sure, great. Got it. Now, will you help me lace up this blatant disrespect for feminism everywhere?” I spun around and gestured at the ties.
“Very well.” Darren moved in behind me and tugged on the laces. “You should be grateful to be even included in tonight’s events.”
“Oh, should I?” I grunted, wincing as he pulled it tighter than the shop lady.
“Yes.” Darren paused in his tugs for a moment. “Master Durand allowing you to come shows that he trusts you.”
I snorted. “Not from what Rayne told me.”
He jerked on the laces, making me groan. “Master Rayne. You should get into the habit of saying it now. If you slip up in front of the others tonight, you won’t be happy with the outcome. Now, I wouldn’t regard what Master Rayne says on one matter or the other.”
“Why do you call him Master Rayne and then Antoine and Wynn Master Durand?”
“How else do I separate them when talking about them? If I called them all Durand, then it would be confusing, wouldn’t it? However, if you want to be technical, Antoine is the only true Durand. The rest of them took on his name when they decided to join his faction.”
When he finished tying the corset, I smoothed my hands down the front and shifted from side to side. It didn’t give a lot of freedom for movement. I’d be lucky if my penchant for knocking things over didn’t come out like a vengeance tonight. The limited movement and heels were just asking for something to break.
“Here.” Darren handed me something. It was a cloth hat on a headband, kind of like those maids wore before it turned into a kink. I gave me a look. “Don’t ask me. I am a lowly servant, same as you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Sure, you are.”
Sighing, I turned back to the mirror and fixed the hat on my head. I’d taken the time to curl my hair, so fat curls fell over my shoulders to further cover my bare shoulders. I’d even gone so far as to apply some makeup. I told myself I was primping for the visitors so they wouldn’t think badly of the masters, but really, I wanted to look good for Wynn. If this didn’t make him want to jump my bones, I didn’t know what would.
Moving over to the chair of my vanity, I sat down and went to work on pulling my stockings on. “So, what are the rules?”
“Rules?”
“You know, what can I and can’t I do tonight?” I finished with one thigh high and went to grab the other one.
Darren picked up my romance novel from my side table and flipped through the pages. His brows raised as he no doubt realized it was a vampire romance novel before answering me.
“The usual rules apply. Be quiet unless spoken to. Try your best to not cause a disturbance.” He moved his gaze over to me with a small, condescending smile. “We all know how hard that is for you but do try.”
I scowled, grabbing my shoe. “I don’t do it on purpose. I’m cursed. I can’t help that the carpet moves or things are not in the place they were in before.” I muttered and cursed as I fought with the buckle of my shoe. Freaking thing was worse than the corset.
