Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 378

Chapter 378: Heroine’s Plan For Nyx II
Maris showed Nyx where everything was—the drinks, the food, and even the utensils. She was very particular about the order in which things were to be served and what they were to be served on. She even told Nyx who among the guests were smokers and handed her a small silver lighter, instructing her to light their cigarettes when needed. She made Nyx practice on her at least twice.

“Smoking is not a good habit to have,” Maris said, “but if you must smoke, then smoke like you’re in a movie.” She demonstrated with a cigarette holder, making it look elegant.

While all this was happening, Maris ensured Nyx had a couple of glasses of champagne. She had some herself but made sure Nyx drank more, insisting that it might be her only chance to relax since she’d be working all afternoon.

Maris then showed Nyx around the house—well, most of it—finishing in what she referred to as the “guest bedroom.” On the bed was an outfit, and it slowly dawned on Nyx that this was where she was expected to change. Maris left her to it.

Well, she tried to leave her to it. Maris kept coming in and out, checking if everything fit, if Nyx’s makeup was okay, or if the outfit needed adjustments. Nyx didn’t understand what all the fuss was about, but since she had agreed to do this, she resolved to do her best. In the process, Maris caught Nyx naked twice.

Neither seemed embarrassed, though. Nyx was too indifferent to care, and Maris simply acted as if it was no big deal.

If Nyx thought Maris’s outfit was over the top, her own came as quite the surprise. Maris had picked out a sexy maid’s outfit for her. It included a chippendale collar—a starched shirt collar with a bow tie but no shirt attached.

The dress itself was black—a skin-tight mini-dress. Except, it was more like an extra-long tube top. It fit perfectly, hugging Nyx’s curves like it was custom-made. She checked the label and saw it was by some foreign designer. Clearly, Maris was taking this little party very seriously.

The outfit also had a small apron, which was fine, but the shoes were another story. They were incredibly high heels—higher than anything Nyx had ever worn before. She started to wonder just what kind of guests were coming for “afternoon drinks.”

Once she was ready, Maris told her to “position herself by the front door.” There was a large mirror nearby, and Nyx could see her reflection. The heels made walking difficult, and her chest boobs noticeably with each step, even though she was naturally firm.

Of course, Maris wouldn’t let her wear a bra under a dress like that. She claimed it would “spoil the line.” Nyx was only allowed to keep her underwear on because it was so high-cut and flimsy that it didn’t show through the fabric. Every now and then, Nyx had to pull the top of the dress up to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions. But she couldn’t pull it up too much—otherwise, she risked exposing her bottom.

The guests soon began to arrive. The first was Kathy, a blonde woman with a bossy demeanor. She was older but had dressed up for the occasion, which wasn’t surprising.

Nyx took Kathy’s coat, but the woman paused to look her over before continuing her conversation with Maris. It wasn’t the kind of look Nyx was used to receiving from a woman. Kathy’s eyes were sharp and hungry—almost predatory. She nodded at Nyx but didn’t address her directly.

The next two guests arrived together, laughing at their own tardiness. They also laughed at Kathy’s stern expression. They looked like identical twins, though Nyx later learned they weren’t actually related. They had grown up together, become inseparable friends, and always dressed identically—even as adults. They had even gotten married on the same day, at the same service. To top it off, both were named Moli.

Maris had clearly told them a bit about Nyx, as they asked questions and made small talk. But they also gave Nyx that same predatory look Kathy had given her. This time, Nyx recognized it. It was the same way Lucan looked at people when sizing them up. A chill ran down her spine.

Nyx couldn’t help but wonder if Maris had some ulterior motive. Was she planning to sell her off to these women? Nyx doubted it. She wasn’t afraid, though—she could leave whenever she wanted, and Maris wasn’t capable of stopping her. Still, the thought lingered in the back of her mind. What exactly had she gotten herself into?

Nyx took their coats and put them their places. Maris le them in. Then she turned and looked at her too; that it was time to serve the Champagne.

It didn’t take them long to get going. After a few glasses they were laughing and giggling like a schoolgirl gang. Nyx sneaked a couple of swigs herself in the kitchen so they were all pretty well oiled. Maris called for some more and as before she filled four glasses and placed them on the tiny tray that she had given her to carry the drinks.

Nyx don’t know if it was the alcohol or the heels or a tuft in the carpet but just as she tottered over to Kathy to give her a new glass Maris tripped up and tipped the whole lot onto the floor.

Apart from Nyx’s shriek there was a sudden silence. Maris leaped up and sort of dragged her into the kitchen and began to scold her, hissing under her breath.

“Stupid!” She said, with considerable force. “You will get out there and clean up that mess. On your hands and knees. Or I will tell Leira what you have done in the past.” Before Nyx could get angry for threatening her, and was about fight, Maris had continued. “I told you to carry that tray with two hands! Two! I will make sure you do so in future!”

Nyx was almost frozen as she realised that, yes she was carrying tray with one hand. Anyways, she decided to swallow her angey as she does made a mistake.