The Nani Fashion Issue By:Kinoshita Nakui 4.8/5 Ratings 2.3 K Reads 3.6 M Words Tags Synopsis: Chapter 58: The Maid
She was a tall, mature woman.
Her appearance and figure instantly locked onto Falson’s attention.
She stood at least one ter seventy tall, dressed in a black-and-white maid uniform.
Her upper body wore a slightly tight white blouse, but the neckline was cut a bit low, with only three buttons fastened, the fabric stretched taut across her chest.
Her lower half was an absurdly short black pleated skirt, and beneath it, a pair of long, shapely legs sheathed in black thigh-high stockings stood straight and elegant.
Her facial features were just as exquisitely refined.
Her skin was fair, her brows gentle, her nose bridge high, and her lips full, coated with a light pink gloss. A head of chestnut hair was tied into an elegant bun, with a few strands falling beside her ears.
In that instant, she completely seized Falson’s attention.
Unlike Samuel, whose overly keen observation left him indifferent to ordinary beauties, Falson was practically the type to steal a glance every two steps.
“So you’re into this type, huh?” The System’s voice echoed in his mind.
Falson saw no reason to hide it and softly humd in acknowledgnt.
The red-vested attendant noticed Falson’s soft murmur but didn’t jump to any conclusions. Instead, he slightly turned aside, the corners of his mouth lifting into an all-too-knowing smile, which he quickly suppressed with his professional composure.
He had expected this all along.
This self-proclaid maid, “Irina,” had arrived at the shop three days ago, asking to work there.
Her outfit was her own—not sothing they had required.
Back then, she had already shown up in this very attire, walked into the Hat Shop, and asked if they needed more attendants.
She requested daily wages and said she might leave at any ti.
The mont the attendant first laid eyes on this maid, he knew she was a walking goldmine.
In truth, their shop didn’t usually hire temporary workers or offer daily pay, but he overruled all objections. Not only did he agree to daily wages, but he even doubled them to keep this maid on staff.
Any extra cost ca out of his own performance bonus.
And as he expected, over the next three days, the shop’s foot traffic more than doubled.
Even after seeing her for three days, the attendant’s gaze still couldn’t help straying when he looked at her now.
So after bringing Falson here, the attendant quickly found an excuse to leave.
“Miss Irina, please assist this gentleman in choosing his clothes.” The red-vested attendant smiled as he guided Falson over to the maid.
He briefly explained Falson’s requirents, and the maid listened with a smile, nodding gently.
The attendant fought to control his facial muscles, restraining the corners of his mouth from smiling too obviously.
He knew these young gentlen’s mindset all too well.
In the presence of a sufficiently beautiful lady, their pride would drive them to make decisions they might not normally make.
In these three days, under this lady’s gaze, no face-conscious gentleman had managed to leave the shop empty-handed yet.
No, no, he couldn’t laugh yet.
At least not until the custor had paid up…
“Then, miss, please accompany this gentleman while he selects his clothes. I’ll take my leave for now, sir.” The attendant gave a slight bow and backed away.
The maid smiled warmly at Falson, her face bearing a gentle expression. A small naplate hung on her chest.
The tiny plaque sat there, looking even more delicate and refined by contrast.
“Good afternoon, sir. Please allow
to choose so suitable clothes for you.” The maid gracefully lifted the hem of her skirt and curtsied slightly.
The motion caused the naplate to bounce gently, drawing Falson’s gaze once more.
For a mont, Falson felt he finally understood the law of universal gravitation he’d once studied at the School of Arts and Letters.
Indeed, the greater the mass of an object, the stronger its pull.
Oh, great sages of old, how wonderful—I seem to comprehend everything now.
Just as Falson’s mind began to wander, the maid, Miss Irina, had already found the clothes he needed.
“Sir, perhaps you might take a look at this style?” The maid, Irina, handed Falson a white shirt, a gray vest, and a pair of black trousers, her voice soft as silk. “These all et your requirents.”
Mindful of Falson’s pride, she didn’t point out that they were cheap items, costing less than five Sien in total.
Falson took the clothes from her almost instinctively, then realized he hadn’t ntioned his asurents or height.
He glanced down. The style seed fine to him, but he wasn’t sure if the size would fit.
“Looks pretty good,” he said, clearing his throat to hide his slight embarrassnt.
“You flatter , sir.” Irina maintained her smile.
“You can try them on in the fitting room; it’s in that direction.” She gestured slightly, pointing toward a wooden door deep inside the shop. “You can change there—there’s a mirror and hangers inside.”
Then she indicated another area to the side.
“As for undergarnts, they’re over there. I’m afraid I can’t assist you with those.”
“Alright, thanks.” Falson nodded, holding the clothes, and under the silent guidance of the maid Irina, walked into the fitting room.
As he entered, Irina took a few steps back after he closed the door, quietly rearranging the nearby hangers, her posture still impeccable.
It was a small, cramped room—just enough space for one person to turn around comfortably, but two would feel crowded, and three would be nearly impossible.
A dim brass wall lamp hung overhead. The room held only a chair, a mirror, a rod mounted on the wall, and a few hangers.
Falson carefully hung his outer coat on the rod and changed into the clothes he’d just received.
They fit surprisingly well.
Not only were they comfortable, but the overall combination was quite pleasing, at least matching Falson’s own taste.
Just then, another person stepped into the Hat Shop.
Grill’s cigar had been spat out and crushed on the ground, and he’d mostly gotten rid of the smoke in his mouth.
He kept his right hand in his pocket, striding into the shop with long steps.
Noticing the badge hanging from Grill’s chest, the red-vested attendant grew a bit anxious.
“Good afternoon, sir.” The attendant stepped forward to greet him, but Grill simply waved his left hand dismissively and walked straight toward the back of the shop. He stopped in front of a rack, pretending to browse the clothes, but kept his right hand still tucked in his pocket.
A look of realization dawned on the attendant’s face. He quickly retreated back to the entrance, suppressing the upward twitch of his lips as he eagerly awaited the next custor.
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