As the Blonde watched the maid fall limp under the pressure of her palm over her mouth, the rope already pull tight underneath her breasts, she couldn't help but be disappointed in the woman's work ethic: "There's no pride to be had in slacking off on the job."
Poor performance regardless, the Blonde was nevertheless captivated by her newest prisoner. Long hair, and longer legs that snaked down from a frilled dress holding close to her thighs. Perhaps she'd been hired more for her looks than her cleaning service talents. The Blonde certainly wouldn't have been surprised in the least. Not that she'd blame whoever hired her for doing so.
As she gently lowered the woman to the floor, all the while securing more rope around her uniform to tighten in place, she whispered a quick message into the maid's ear. If she could hear, the words would've gone a little like this:
"Don't think of this as a kidnapping, my dear. It's just my idea of a much-needed wake up call."
