My hades' eyes faded and so did the illusion domain.
I took deep breaths to recover myself, forcing my mind to steady as the lingering echoes of the illusion slowly dissolved, before finally heading in the direction of the door.
With a gentle nudge it swung open.
The door swung open to reveal Elena, the head maid. She stood in the dim light of the corridor, her posture a masterpiece of practiced submission that failed to hide the sheer provocation of her form. The monochrome uniform was stretched to its absolute limit across her chest, the white lace of her apron straining against the heavy, rounded swell of her breasts. Every breath she took tightened the fabric, threatening to spill over the hem.
Her waist was cinched narrow, making her hips appear cavernously wide, while the dark fabric of her skirt clung to the dangerous curve of her thighs. She didn't just stand there, she poured herself into the space, her skin glowing with a creamy luster under the hall lanterns.
