Chapter 1460: What the Maids Want
D finally left Isabelle’s office and found herself standing in front of the bath’s door. It was more fitting to call the thing a gate instead, as it was a massive double door made of black steel and decorated with silver roses. She looked at the two vampire maids standing on each side. "Can you open this thing?" D wouldn’t be surprised if they needed a pulley and chains to open this castle-gate-like door.
The vampire maids instead just turned around and pushed at the door, forcing it to open without making a single noise. The hinges were well oiled, which was mostly because the last thing the vampires wanted was to annoy Arad or any of his wives.
As D walked inside, she saw four maids standing in the dressing room, waiting for her.
"Lady D, you’re finally here." One of the maids approached her. "We’ll take your clothes here. Don’t worry, you’ll find them cleaned and dried when you get out."
D gulped. Usually, she would’ve been terrified and would be forced to put on a poker face and ask the maids to leave her alone. Just the thought of four women stripping her naked and taking her dirty clothes away with them was enough to make her skin crawl.
But now, she didn’t care that much, and she knows why. The Nut Hat on her head. It was sucking all of her anxiety and worry away.
"Fine," D replied and lifted her arms, standing with them apart as the maids pulled her dress over her head and stripped her down, only leaving the Hat, which they couldn’t take off her head.
"Is that a part of your skull?" One of the maids asked, and D touched the hat, "Isabelle gave it to me and said to keep it on."
The maid nodded, "I see. But, washing your hair would be a problem."
D agreed with them, but the hat quickly replied in its usual slow voice. "That... Isn’t... A... Problem." A string appeared from the hat’s lower part and wrapped around D’s neck. She didn’t need to wear the hat, only keep it on herself. So hanging it down her neck wasn’t a problem. With the hat comfortably dangling on her back, D could relax a bit.
As a magic item, the hat could’ve been made into any form. D would prefer a necklace or a wristband, but she couldn’t complain when the thing worked so well.
Right now, she has four maids rubbing and washing every corner of her naked body, and while she would’ve died of embarrassment before, she felt perfectly normal now.