This choice: Ophelia Richards-Girl acquires a maid with very little room to keep her • Go Back...Chapter #4Hangover help by: Gimlet   The blaring alarm made Ellie groan, wincing as her head throbbed. She tried to fumble for the alarm, but her arm didn't properly do what she commanded. Still fuzzy she pushed, resistance tight and... Oh, she was tied up in the sheets.
Again.
One eye peered, a little bloodshot at the violently beeping clock by her bedside table, now just out of reach, two straps of sheet wrapped somehow around her forearm, the fabric leading down underneath her.
"Mwaaa?" She groaned, shifting, trying to move enough to release her arm without shifting her head. She failed, wincing as her headache throbbed. With a groan she tried again, throwing her weight to shift from the damned sheet... "WHHOAAAH!"
-Swish-Thump-
Glaring up at the clock from the floor where she'd tumbled, still tangled in sheets, Ellie squinting, promising dire things to happen to that accursed clock that constantly spoke doom into her nights.... she glanced at the light coming into the window.... doom into her mornings, interrupting her well deserved slumb...
*Click*
The blessed silence froze Ellie, or it might have been the delicate, slightly odd looking hand that had just shut off the alarm. Slowly her still dizzy head tracked the hand back up a black and white sleeved arm to a pair of dainty shoulders in a frilly black and white uniform. Above that was a softly smiling face with a typical maid's... hat? Headress? Wait, wasn't that a... mop... something or other? Oh, it was too early in the morning to think.
"Does mistress Ophelia require assistance?" Came the rather cultured voice from the... girl... maid, whatever.
"I... uh... maybe?" She managed. Then what the girl had said registered and she grimaced, shaking her head... and regretting it, wincing again at the headache. "Ungh... uh, please call me Ellie. Please, I hate that name."
"Of course mistress Ellie. As you wish." She said, bowing slightly. The uniform was odd. Sort of typical maid uniform but just rather short cropped top with long sleeves. Heh why would... Her eyes tracked down, across apron and down to the rather short skirt over the wide... hips. The hips weren't what caught her attention. No, that would be the eight limbs that forked from those hips from under the skirt. Eight long flexible limbs. To be more accurate eight tentacles. "Mwhaaaaaaa?" She said intelligently.
However the 'girl' seemed to take her earlier 'maybe' as ascent and bent... leaned... curled? over and firmly grabbed her by her armpits and hauled her up rather easily. Dang she was strong! Then two tentacles curled up, deftly unfolding the wrapped sheets and... letting them fall to the floor.
Abruptly Ellie was standing there. Naked. In front of an unknown maid with multiple tentacular legs. Blushing, frozen to the spot, Ellie's eyes went wide and saw the maid simply stare back with a slight smile, not reacting at all to Ellie's situation.
"Uh... thankyou?" Ellie managed weakly.
"You are welcome." The maid said. "I have had difficulty with breakfast but have managed a simple egg and bacon if that is sufficient mistress?"
Ellie sniffed, and sure enough the familiar smell of bacon wafted in the room.
"Uh... sure." She said, still eyeing the odd maid... person in her room.
"Do you wish assistance with dressing mistress?"
Ellie's mouth opened, but nothing came out. She really had no answer to that. What the hell was going on? Feeling totally out of it she clenched her eyes shut, desperate to try to remember what had happened last night. Her and Helen had gone out celebrating... for something. Helen was glad something had happened? Was going to happen? Ellie didn't remember quite what the reason was. The celebration had gone on a bit, through at least three bars as well. Things got a bit blurry towards the end, but she vaguely remembered agreeing to something that seemed to make Helen very happy. Taking on some sort of... contract?
"Wait... Helen." She said, opening her eyes again to see the maid still there. "That was about you?"
"Mistress Phillips? Indeed. My name is Tallia." And she gave a very short bow. "Mistress Phillips was my previous employer until last night. Now my contract is to serve you mistress."
Ellie gave a fair impression of a fish for a few moments, unable to say anything but giving it a fair attempt. Eventually some purpose to her mouthing came to her.
"B... but I can't afford a maid!" She squeaked.
"The contract is very amenable. Mostly room and board. I do not believe I will be a burden to you mistress."
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