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Giselle sighed as she relaxed on her sofa. It had been a long day working as a secretary for the city of New York. Burying herself into the cushions, she goes through her mail as the radio plays an old Billy Joel tune.

“Bottle of red…bottle of white…it all depends on your…appetite.”

She sings softly, grimacing as she notices bill after bill. New York City was lovely, but expensive. This was the second time in the month that rent had gone up, and Giselle was worried about making the payments on time. Her job was good, but she wasn’t swimming in money.

“Bah…I need to do something soon!” Her mood soured, Giselle gets up and stretches. She is wearing her underwear around the apartment, pure black cotton covering her intimate parts. Wanting to cheer herself up, Giselle started to dance around the apartment, flexing her legs and swinging her hips. If anyone was watching, they would see a French lady dancing like a ballerina, her bottom pronounced as she moved.

A loud banging startled her. It was coming from her door, rhythmic in nature.

“Hello? I have a special delivery for a Ms. Bonnefey!” The cheerful voice, definitely female, called out. Embarrassed, Giselle responds.

“Is it a letter? You can slide it under the door.” A moment later, an envelope slides through. They peppy voice calls out.

“Have a good day and good luck with the panty dancing!” Giselle was too shocked to say anything as the footsteps rapidly fade away.

“How did she know that?!” Confused, Giselle opened the letter and read its contents.

“A tournament? On an island? A prize?” The French woman was nervous, but intrigued at the thought of the reward if she won. A ticket fell out of the envelope; it was a plane ticket from New York to the island, booked for tonight.

This might get me out of my situation!

Her mind was made up. Giselle quickly gathered her things. On a whim, she picked out her French Maid costume to wear. If she was going to participate, she was going to look good!

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Giselle sighed as she relaxed on her sofa. It had been a long day working as a secretary for the city of New York. Burying herself into the cushions, she goes through her mail as the radio plays an old Billy Joel tune.

“Bottle of red…bottle of white…it all depends on your…appetite.”

She sings softly, grimacing as she notices bill after bill. New York City was lovely, but expensive. This was the second time in the month that rent had gone up, and Giselle was worried about making the payments on time. Her job was good, but she wasn’t swimming in money.

“Bah…I need to do something soon!” Her mood soured, Giselle gets up and stretches. She is wearing her underwear around the apartment, pure black cotton covering her intimate parts. Wanting to cheer herself up, Giselle started to dance around the apartment, flexing her legs and swinging her hips. If anyone was watching, they would see a French lady dancing like a ballerina, her bottom pronounced as she moved.

A loud banging startled her. It was coming from her door, rhythmic in nature.

“Hello? I have a special delivery for a Ms. Bonnefey!” The cheerful voice, definitely female, called out. Embarrassed, Giselle responds.

“Is it a letter? You can slide it under the door.” A moment later, an envelope slides through. They peppy voice calls out.

“Have a good day and good luck with the panty dancing!” Giselle was too shocked to say anything as the footsteps rapidly fade away.

“How did she know that?!” Confused, Giselle opened the letter and read its contents.

“A tournament? On an island? A prize?” The French woman was nervous, but intrigued at the thought of the reward if she won. A ticket fell out of the envelope; it was a plane ticket from New York to the island, booked for tonight.

This might get me out of my situation!

Her mind was made up. Giselle quickly gathered her things. On a whim, she picked out her French Maid costume to wear. If she was going to participate, she was going to look good!