Let's go back a bit to the day Tibaut talked with Albus about his 'plan'.

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It was just after noon and Tibaut came back to his room and opened up a window to let the cool breeze in.

"I swear, how the hell did she put it into practice so quickly? She nearly turned me into a shish kebab."

He jumped on his bed and laid down to take a quick nap. This quick nap soon turned into half a night's rest when he woke to see the outside so dark. He quickly jumped up, thinking he had overslept the meeting time but based on the activity outside and the moon's position outside he'd say it was only seven o'clock so far. As he sat down back on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief someone knocked on the door. He was surprised that someone in this place knew the meaning of courtesy and gratefully told them to come in.

("I wonder if it's Avis. Is it already time to leave.")

The one who entered was a maid but she had blonde hair instead of the black of Avis and would look quite strange in a pair of glasses no matter how staunch you were in believing they elevated a woman's beauty. Grace entered the room looking red-faced and she held something in her hands. Tibaut could recognise black and white even with the dim moonlight serving as the only light source. It was a maid outfit. He immediately got off the bed and tensed himself. He wasn't letting that thing be a part of his wardrobe again as long as his heart was beating.

Grace looked confused when he reacted like this and started laughing when she looked at the uniform.

"Pft, hahaha, don't worry Maid Red, I'm not gonna put you in my uniform."

"Your uniform?"

Now that he examined it more closely, it obviously wasn't his size and Tibaut wanted to punch himself for knowing if a maid uniform was the correct size for him.

As he remembered the fitting process Albus and his maids put him through and cursed him for ever existing, he turned to Grace and the uniform she had set aside on a nearby drawer.

"Wait a minute, why did you bring that here then?"

She meekly turned away and started blushing. She turned and asked towards the door but stopped herself from opening it. It looked like she was going through an internal struggle and he wondered what this was about. Did the night before change something in her? She slowly turned back to him, with her face pink as a peach and stared at him with visible annoyance.

"..bastard" she muttered under her breath.

Tibaut scratched his head at this. ("Did I piss her off? What the hell did I even do?")

She walked up to him and gave him a pair of scissors she had hidden in her chest.

"The bet."

"Huh?" Tibaut looked unsure of what she was referring to.

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Her face became even redder and she grabbed his shirt. She shouted "THE BET YOU IDIOT!" and shook him around.

As he tried to figure out what she was talking it was transported the night of yesterday.

As he looked at her uniform more closely there were lines drawn around the skirt and the two sleeves.

Tibaut slowly turned pink himself and Grace felt oddly reassured by this.

"What are you waiting for? Come on, do it. I-I am a-a w-woman of my word." At the end of this, she couldn't stop herself from stuttering.

She stepped back and went in a T-pose.

"You can't be serious!" Tibaut exclaimed. ("I mean I wanted something like this to happen but, but, but this is just too sudden. I haven't had enough time to prep myself!")

On her peach-pink face irritation was starting to show as Tibaut delayed this.

"D-don't pussy out now, Maid Red." Her teeth started to clatter as she spoke, "This was your terms for the bet. Although if you want to null it I wouldn't-"

As soon as he heard the word null, he brought the scissors to her left sleeve. She blushed even harder at his sudden action and he blushed realizing what he was going to do. The heat they both produced did away with any of the cool night air still present in the room.

("Tch, I wanted this in the first place, why am I even hesitating?")

He did a straight cut up to her shoulder and cut around the circumference of it leaving her whole arm exposed. Vanessa was one thing but seeing Grace blushing and trying her best to look comfortable as he did it, did something for him, he didn't know he needed. As the silky smooth skin on her slender arm was exposed he couldn't help instinctively rub his hand against her arm. She squealed at this unexpected stimulus but allowed it to happen.

He moved to her next arm and quickly cut the sleeve off. It amazed him how the dim moonlight and her red face made this feel more lewd than most of the interactions he had with Vanessa.

He finally moved to the main event. The thing that both had anticipated the most. Her skirt. Tibaut slowly cut her skirt up to the line, but this cut made her flinch.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he began sweating. ("Shit did it cut her!?")

"Don't worry, it's nothing. (Damnit, I didn't expect the breeze to hit there so soon.)"

He then cut along the line but wondered if this was an error. Her white panties were now exposed but he continued. When the skirt dropped her panties could be seen as clear as day and her ass stuck out like a sore thumb. It was more ridiculous than any school skirt you'd see in an anime and Grace had now become a vibrant red that challenged Tibaut's hair in colour.

Tibaut couldn't bring himself to look her in the face and focused his gaze on her lower half. ("She has a nice lower half.") He vacantly thought to himself. What was nice about it? Everything in his eyes. Her thighs had a nice volume to them. They looked nice enough to grab but didn't steal anything away from the other parts there. Her ass wasn't the biggest, but its shape more than made up for it. It was nicely shaped and rounded, which had Tibaut forcing himself to not be tempted to take a grab. He was certain it was the best one he had seen in this world. The area between her legs wasn't bad either. He could barely see its outline and it made it all the more erotic to him.

After having stared for what felt like years to the both of them he got up.

"Well, the bet's honoured," Tibaut said as he steadied his breath. He had broken out in a cold sweat and looked like he had just defused a bomb.

"Not yet," she mumbled.

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She grabbed his hand and brought it into her uniform. She placed it firmly on her bra. Tibaut had to put his other hand over his mouth to stop himself from making any weird noises.

"T-T-t-tak-take-" Grace was stuttering so badly she couldn't get the words out.

As Tibaut tried to remove his hand he soon realised why she did this. After experiencing the softness of her modest mounds of happiness, his hand went between the both of them and he felt something strange. A strap.

("There are bras that open from the front? What cruel bastard made her wear it and how can I thank him!?")

He opened the bra and grabbed it, though not before having his hand graze against one of her nipples as he pulled it out.

They both fell to the floor, exhausted and blushed. They solemnly swore this would stay between the both of them.