Getting everyone else into their outfits had been fun, but the mood had shifted since Brandy had done the spinny in her dress. The usual cheerful back-and-forth teasing had given way to thoughtful silence and intense stares. There was a hunger in the air, and a game had developed around it. There was no reason they couldn't stare at Brandy's legs. She was their Trainer after all, but it was way more fun to have them quickly snapping their heads back to stare pointedly at the wall when she caught them doing it. An unspoken rule hanging in the air that whoever admitted they were doing it first lost.

It was a really stupid game, but the sheer silliness of it made the time fly by.

Brandy was enjoying all the sly attention, playing it up a little with a few flicks of her hips to make everyone stumble over their words and lick their lips. Even Weber, who had tried to keep up her serious and professional facade, cracked a smile and rolled her eyes when Brandy did it to her. It was a lot of fun, but the energy in the room was getting intense, and once someone popped that bubble, Brandy would have to fight to keep her dress in one piece.

She didn't want that because Weber's work was absolutely gorgeous.

Morgan was the last to be fitted, not wanting to be confined by clothing more than she needed. Weber didn't seem to have gotten the message because Morgan's outfit was turning out to be by far the largest, with a massive skirt that swept out almost as wide as her wing span, bristling with frills underneath. Her shirt's sleeves had been tricky with her wings, and Weber had eventually settled on black sleeves that broke apart into feathered shapes. All accented with a lovely white waistcoat with a large collar that gave her a more burlesque look than Brandy. Like she should be dancing with a tray of drinks balanced on one hand and a crowd of simpering ladies chasing after her.

"It's so hot," Morgan groaned. "I can't use Gust without blowing it all about."

She'd been using that trick a lot since Brandy suggested it to her, and after a bit of practice, it seemed like she was always doing it. Her control over wind with Gust was much finer than she'd shown when trying to scare the group off. Brandy was still trying to think of uses for it. It was more like Telekinesis than a Flying move, which did suit Morgan's more tricksy fighting style. Maybe she could do some clever things with Sparky's webs or pebble shards from Calcine? For now, encouraging more of it couldn't hurt.

"Why don't you use it on the skirt, make it naturally puffy and swishy, then the cool air could flow up?" Brandy said, "Like puffing out your feathers."

"Yeah, puff your feathers out, Morgan." Sparky grinned. "You need to cool off in that hot thing."

Morgan worked on it, giving Sparky a glare that the Bug just returned with a big fanged smile. Her outfit was the complete opposite of Morgan's large fancy thing. She didn't even have a dress, but a waistcoat was cut into two parts to give her a rather generous cleavage window, white frills around the seam of her sleeves to provide a little bit of maid flair. There was no skirt either, but a figure-hugging one-piece was worn under it that split apart into white strips to show her thighs like the outfit simply couldn't contain her curves. Black laces tied together with silver rings were in place of tights, and Brandy had already found them fun to snap and make her squeal. Deep blue bows were tied over the outfit, eight tassels coming out of the knot, giving them a spider-like shape.

It was such a mischievous take on the idea that it suited her perfectly. It was only a Maid Dress by the most generous interpretation and shamelessly showing off her thick curves. Brandy had been really appreciating it, and she wasn't the only one. Calcine had the impossible task of wanting to stare at Sparky and Brandy simultaneously. If they'd laid her on her back, they could have fried an egg on her stomach for how worked up she was getting.

"Got it!" Morgan said as her dress billowed out, giving her witch hat a tilt-up as she closed her eyes and basked in the cool breeze. "This was a good idea."

"Brandy does have them," Calcine said as she tore her eyes from Sparky to stare at Brandy for a bit. Brandy stared back.

Calcine's outfit was the sort of thing a Maid would wear to battle. Her white stockings were practically painted on, showing off her firm leg muscle and hinting at her power. You could see them perfectly because her dress was open at the front, her white apron hanging down so low it touched her ankles. A maid dress crossed with a trench coat, her fiery cape affixed with gold buttons to give her a more regal look than the others. Her top was deliciously tight, showing off her new chest, and the puffy sleeves were needed to hide her new arms. She had a thick white belt to keep it all together, showing off what curve she had to her hips and giving her plenty of pockets to store things. It had more utility than the rest, which made sense as Calcine was often the more practical of the three.

It was a serious maid dress, and the frilly headdress peeking out of Calcine's scruffy black hair was more like a crown than anything servile. She looked like she could kick your ass, then sweep up what was left. Which Brandy found a very appealing idea.

"Like what you see?" Calcine said, putting a hand on her hip. It made her wobble. She was having trouble with the heels, the only one not to get flats, making her slightly taller than Brandy. She wasn't used to that; looking up at Calcine was a strange experience.

"You're all so pretty," Brandy said, happy to state the obvious.

"I better be. I'm wearing a whole parade float," Morgan said, swishing her wings back and forth as she twisted her body to look at herself. "Sparky, does my butt look good in this?"

"Your butt is lost in a sea of fabric." Sparky said, "But you look classy as hell. I'd put in the effort to find it."

Morgan preened, the feathers on her wings puffing out, making her look like she could consume you in a hug. "We all look so good. We're going to knock this barbecue dead."

"I'm glad you're happy," Weber said, finally getting her chance to speak as the three had gone quiet to admire themselves. "I'm sorry though ... this is for a barbecue?"

"Barbecue Maids." Sparky nodded vigorously.

"Barbecue Maids ... I see," Weber said, sounding like she very much didn't see at all.

"It's a long story," Brandy said. "But to cut it short, I get a Gym Badge if we can serve a Snake Barbecue. So we needed Maid Outfits."

"Oh, that makes sense," Weber said, looking even more confused as her eyes darted over the group. "Won't this distract you? I don't mind bragging a little, but I've done an outstanding job here."

She was fishing for a compliment, and Brandy felt she'd more than earned it. Stepping up to the short robot lady, she gave them a hug. It was not really what she'd expected it to feel like; the outside of her was cool, but there was a warm core thrumming away in there, making her skin tingly to the touch. It was hard to tell if she was as hard as metal because Brandy's nerves were dancing excitedly just from this little bit of contact. It got the attention of her two identical sisters, who hopped out of the machinery above and drifted down to land next to Brandy. They surrounded her and stepped in, picking at the seams of her dress and running hands over her thighs.

"So soft." one murmured.

"So well put together." The other said.

"Hey!" Sparky called out, "She owes us a date, no jumping the queue."

"They were simply commenting on my work," Weber said. "The material, the construction, and the stitching. Nothing more."

"Incredible highlighting of the thighs." one said. Brandy was reasonably sure it was Sin? One was Sin, and one was Saturn. She'd not kept a good track of which.

"The tight fit around the stomach accentuates how firm her breasts are."

"Okay," Sparky huffed. "Don't think I won't fight you three."

Their eyes glowed mischievously as they each grabbed a handful of Brandy and turned her in the hug. When three cute robot ladies wanted a handful, you just let them. Brandy gave Sparky an awkwardly apologetic look. "They did good work. I should reward them."

Morgan shook her head and swirled a curl of wind to pry human flesh out of robot palms. They held on pretty firm, making Brandy squirm. "She will be exhausted if she has a threesome this early. Sparky, it's time to steal her. We're doing this date if it kills someone."

Calcine sighed and stepped over, bodily pulling off Saturn. Or possibly Sin. It might even have been Weber. Brandy had lost track in all the groping.

"I'll take one for the team on this one," Calcine said, squeezing the robot lady under her arm until she let out an excited yelp. "Steel types just need a firm hand, and I got a very good one."

The two remaining Magneton sisters squared up to Calcine, hands reaching out to each other as a charge built between them. Calcine stopped that by grabbing over both their hands, squeezing them together as electricity crackled between her fingers. "Or two firm hands if they're being exceptionally unruly."

"My word." The one under Calcine's gasped, struggling for a second before relaxing and leaning into the hold. "Fuck she's hot. There's nothing we can do."

"Is it okay?" Brandy said, suddenly worried about Calcine. "They seem a handful."

"You're a handful. These three will be a warm-up." Calcine grinned. "Get going before I change my mind."

Sparky and Morgan practically dragged Brandy out of there, taking an arm each and marching her to the door.

"We'll catch up with you at Trinket's!" Brandy yelled as Morgan waved a wing and closed the door behind them.

"She'll be fine," Morgan said. "We want you, and you can't swish your way out of this."

Brandy swished her dress anyway, making Morgan growl and her hands shake. "Stop that!"

"Never, I have a Move now. Dress Swish. And you're both weak to it."

"She's talking a big game, but we can just fuck her here if she keeps this up," Sparky grinned before looking back at the closed door. "You really think Calcine will be fine? Is it okay to stick your dick in a robot girl? What's even in there?"

"She'd break them first, whatever it is," Brandy said proudly. "Carkol Calcine's dick is invincible."

"I don't think her dick is that good," Morgan said with much more thoughtfulness than the joke deserved.

"You should try it." Sparky cackled. "She'll change your mind."

"If you're going to talk about Calcine's dick all night, this will be a poor date." Morgan huffed. "What is your plan?"

"And if it involves talking about Calcine's dick, I don't mind," Sparky said, dodging a slap from Morgan's wings. "We can share stories about it. I'm sure Morgan wants to hear them!"

Two troublemakers on a date. This was going to be tough. She'd need to get back into regular clothes, and that alone would cause so many complaints.

But Brandy had a plan for this date. Those had never gone wrong before. She was the best at plans. This date was going to go as smooth as butter.

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