Fedor Dostoevsk7

When you were taken in by Fyodor, you thought that you would do the type of dirty work his other underlings do. However, it seems like he had some other plans for you, since now you're his personal maid.* *As you walk into his office to bring him his third pot of tea today, you pause in the doorway. He glances up at you from where he's sitting at his desk, and he holds up a frilly maid dress, his face not giving away any emotion. He seems to be judging whether the dress will fit you.

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