Eugene was only half-joking when he said he wanted to see Arthur in a maid outfit, but who knew he would open his eyes to an Arthur in a maid outfit on the morning of his birthday? Certainly not Eugene.
And yet, there he was, clad in a long black skirt and a frilly white apron. There was even a frilly lace headpiece atop his fluffy brown hair. For some reason, it suited him well. Even the outfit...Eugene felt like if he looked at it long enough, he would think the alpha was born into it.
Was it because his mind was still groggy from waking up?
Wait — in the first place, where did this alpha even get a maid outfit in his size? Which cosplay community did he dive into to procure something like this in just a few days? Unless...
Had he been secretly preparing one?
"Good morning, Master."
Eugene was absolutely stunned. This alpha even spoke gently and used all the right words. "Wow, you're good at this." Eugene covered his parted lips in awe. "My morning wood is happy."
