"Isabelle, can you please come into my office?" The mayor called. "Of course, mayor," chimed Isabelle. "And don't forget, Isabelle, I want to see you in your new uniform." She paused. The package containing the uniform lay unopened on her desk since it had arrived the previous day. "Y-yes, mayor..." Isabelle tentatively picked up the package, staring at it as though it held back a massive flood. "Don't keep me waiting, Isabelle." She gulped and began to delicately tear away the layers of paper from the package. "I'm waiting," sang the mayor from the office. Isabelle almost had the new uniform on; The rubber sleeves were rather difficult to work with, and the one-piece swimsuit was tugging and rubbing at a few sensitive points on her body. All that was left was to squeeze her feet and the thigh-high rubber socks that covered them into a pair of high-heeled shoes.
At last, she was fully dressed, if one could call it that. She tottered carefully into the mayor's office, seeing Reese pass by her in a costume not much different from her own, feeling Reese's hand lightly brush her own. Isabelle couldn't help but wonder what the mayor was trying to achieve, but there was little time to think before she stumbled into door. Recovering her footing, she walked up to the mayor's desk, trying to keep an upright posture. "Yes, mayor?"
The mayor shrugged. "I was going to invite you to a small party, but you simply took too long getting dressed." Isabelle's shoulders slumped as the mayor offered her a glass of wine, which she accepted, taking a small sip. "But don't feel bad, my assistant; we can still have some fun." The mayor's hand lightly caressed her cheek, coming to rest on her shoulder; Isabelle shivered, but it wasn't a shiver of fear; it was a shiver of temptation.