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The "Maid (Or Butler) At Your Door" Meme

You've seen the Plurk meme, now it's time to find out the real answer to that age-old question: what happens when our characters all decide to visit each other and show off their classy maid or butler outfits?

1. Post a thread with your character.
2. Tag someone.
3. The character tagging in has just shown up at the other character's front door, dressed up as a maid. Or the other way around, if you'd prefer.
4. What happens next? Play it out!

NOTE: What happens next could easily be gen, shipping, or smut. Please respect each other's preferences!

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Edited 2020-07-20 01:13 (UTC)

Straightening his neat uniform, Abel hesitated a moment before knocking on the door of office inside the massage parlor. He was here in response to the Help Wanted ad, even though it was a rather strange one as he would figure a lady of her stature would have a staff for all her needs. Ah well. Beggars couldn't be choosers and all that.

He bowed when the door opened, a polite greeting and one of respect for a superior. "I have come about the ad for a domestic servant, Madam," he announced, before straightening and holding out a few sheets of paper. "My resume and other requested references."

Hopefully, she would accept him and allow him to work in her home as he had heard nothing but good things about Madam M below the Plate. Of course, he had also heard about her position there and power that she wielded carefully, but that was just part of the whole Madam M package as he understood it.

((OOC: HIs kink list but your Nos match up with mine.))

Well, he certainly looked polished. It was different than some of these kids that wondered off of the streets. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised. The disaster with the plate had left a lot of people scrambling for jobs. Any jobs. Even jobs they wouldn't normally take.

She accepted the papers and read them over. Surprising. He was well kept and he had his shit together. That was rare. She let no expression give her away, but inwardly she was impressed. She'd normally call the references. Make him squirm a bit. But she did need help and no one else had been by. Besides, he would make good eye candy for the business.

"That does seem to be in order," she admitted raising an eyebrow. "How's your cooking?"

She raised a brow in curiosity.

"I may not be a gourmet chef, Madam, but I don't burn water, can follow a recipe, and won't poison anyone accidentally," Abel replied, inclining his head slightly and hoping she understood that the only people he ever poisoned had been on purpose. He wasn't a Turk or anyone associated with them, but he knew a couple of ways to remove those who wouldn't take No for an answer.

He tucked his hands behind his back, waiting for her decision. Yes, things had been hard since the Plate Disaster, but trying to pressure anyone to do anything was a lesson in futility. There were those who were getting back on their feet while the rest were whining and cursing Shinra about every little injustice that came their way. Abel had never been like those later sort. He knew the only way out of a disaster was forward, and he was going to do everything he could to get back on his own feet and move forward.

[Either. Or both, if you want your character to show up at Karen's front door in a maid outfit only to find that Karen is inexplicably also wearing a maid outfit.]