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Without waiting for a response, Phainon sets the stockings aside and shifts his weight to pull his boxers down from under his skirt. Now bare under all his layers, Phainon realizes, perhaps belatedly, that Mydei has not given him anything resembling underwear. He flushes with embarrassment, but feels his dick twitch all the same. Despite this momentary stumble, despite the flash of memories behind his eyelids of other times he’s been naked in front of Mydei, the open, yearning want of moments past bleeding into him like tree-sap, Phainon pushes forward. He reminds himself that he agreed to do work for this, to play a role; not to bend over ass-up at the first hint of a tease, so he forces the hot and shuddery air from his lungs and reaches for the stockings.
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Phainon's always liked a uniform, a role to play, and this outfit is no different. In his long dress and stark white apron, he looks every ounce the maid he is supposed to be. The petticoat, the stockings, and the starched-stiff collar are the finishing touches to truly sell the fantasy, and Phainon has always found it easiest to meet expectations when he looks the part.