Thread: Project Tailor (Frogger and Nexus)

Finally free from the daily imprisonment that is high school, Nevada had little time to waste if shes going to run off and help everybody clean the mansion from top to bottom. Fun, fun! Please. Itll take hours. If it was just one person, days. Its a good thing shes not expected to clean the place by herself, or else shed have quit ages ago. The pays pretty nice, though. Nevadas pockets are never full, per se, but at least shes able to live comfortably without worrying too damn much over bills. Its actually nice. Bumping shoulders with some of her classmates -and cursing every so often-, Nevada managed to get her fat ass out of school. A deep breath of fresh air banished the cobwebs cloggin her mind. The notorious Alexander Averys mansion is directly under the Academy, and is just as big, if not bigger. A place made entirely of white marble, it practically stank of power and wealth. Nevada stuffed her hands into her pockets, hopping down the steps two at a time. The skirt flared about her knees, nearly revealing skin most guys only dream about. It didnt take too terribly long to get there, luckily, so maybe, just maybe shell get the chance to leave early today. Nevada isnt a fan of parties. Dont get her wrong, she loves having a good ol time, but these sort of parties have nothing but fake smiles, just as fake flattery, and back-stabbing bitches. Yikes. No thanks. Nevada slipped in through the side door, and headed over to the east wing. A dressing room and showers are provided for the maids, as a pat on the back for a job well done. The walls are a standard white, the lockers identical to those in the Academy. Nevada went off to the left, and found her uniform hanging on a dainty hanger. Every girl is expected to dress provocatively, to please the eyes of Mr. Alexander Avery. Every girl is decked out in a different color, in a different sort of outfit that leaves nothing to the imagination. Nevada is not the exception to the rule. Black satin just barely clings to her breasts. There is no sleeves to speak of, only a little tie to loop around her neck. A great deal of red lace goes down along her sides, over her hips, and right down between the ass cheeks. In other words? Everything is hanging out. Nevada also has to wear three-inch red heels. Nice, right? Dark brown eyes glanced over at Reya stepped in, hands going to work tying up hair nearly the same shade up in a ponytail. Nevada isnt exactly one for socializing. For some reason, the other girls like to give her scorching looks, as if shes personally done something to piss em off, and she isnt rearin to provide them ammo. Alright, then. Time to check the board. Last time, Nevada was assigned to the kitchens, which wasnt half bad. It was actually kinda nice to step back from all the drama, and cut veggies, polish the silverware, that sort of thing. Is it too much to hope for a second time around? Nevada placed her hands on her hips, eyeballing the list. West Wing, Help Alexander prepare for tonight. Huh? What the hell does that mean? Prepare for tonight? Aint that a bit vague? Nevada frowned, and twisted to find Reya before she disappeared somewhere. Hey, Reya? she called out. I think somethings wrong here. It says Im supposed to head to the West Wing, but it doesnt say anything about what Ill be doing.