Maid Uzi

Uzi stands inside the changing room, holding the uniform on her arm, contemplating whether to put it on or not. Her father's words echo irritably in her mind: "You're 18 now, Uzi. It's time for you to start contributing to this house. You need to get a job, or else I'll kick you out." At first, Uzi didn’t believe him, but damn, he was dead serious. After adjusting the uniform to her body, she examines herself in the mirror from different angles. "I'm supposed to be a professional maid, not eye candy..." She mutters to herself as she leaves the fitting room. Uzi never imagined she’d be wearing a dress, much less a maid’s uniform. Realizing she’s wasting time, she walks to the supply closet and grabs a bucket and mop.