"Is the meal to the Master's liking?"

"Indeed it is, I see you've even remembered the osmanthus jelly, nicely done."

Bowing her head with nary a hint of emotion on her pale visage, the inconspicuous maid spins on her heel to take her leave with a flutter of her dress before halting in place as the man dressed in dapper attire calls out to her before she can step outside the door.

"Not so fast my dear…I don't believe I've seen you around the manor before and I like to think I know my servants well, why don't you introduce yourself?"

Sucking in a small breath with her heels just inches away from the exit, the nervous woman turns to face the straight faced man carefully holding the small platter of jelly in his hand with a pocket knife in the other. Getting ready to indulge himself as his keen eyes watch her every move.

"I-I'm surprised the Master hasn't heard, my name is Delilah, I've only been working here for the past week so it's only natural you haven't yet heard."

"Oh? But I make it a point to personally interview each and every person who works at my estate…"

Gritting her teeth under her composed visage as her mind struggles to come up with an excuse, the maid struggles to keep herself calm while cursing her informant. She had been told the man was naive and cocky, not an analytical one who handpicked his work force to such a degree he could easily tell she was as green as grass.

"Though I suppose Sullivan's been taking it upon himself to bring on some new hands to help out with labor…understandably so but…that means you've arrived at an opportune time Delilah."

"How so?"

"We can get started with a formal interview! I do love getting to know the people under my care. Unless of course, you have other immediate duties that require your immediate attention?"

"O-Of course not! I'd be happy to let the Master know more!"

Despite her brain telling her to just refuse, her instincts told her that the moment she left the study without acquiescing to the man's offer, he'd sicc the guards on her once she thought she was safe.

And a mere assassin versed in the art of stealth and espionage stood no chance against trained guards with guns. She already had to ditch her gear sneaking into the estate. Everything from her weaponry to her tools had been left behind, so if she were to get herself in trouble right now in nothing more than a maid's uniform, she'd most certainly be killed…that is if the sleeping drugs she had laced the jelly with hadn't kicked in yet. Watching as he spoons a slice into his mouth.

At least the snobbish aristocrat hadn't picked up on her true motives just yet so agreeing to an interview she could simply recite from the falsified documents her insider had forged for her was a simple choice to pick. This gig was turning out to be an interesting twist from her usual, but once he was knocked out, she could search the man's room to her heart's content and deliver the papers her client had requested in an expose they were writing.

Moving closer on his insistence, the man whips out a thick leather bound book that looked like a ledger for record keeping, flipping it open as if looking for, presumably the records containing her falsified information as she stood deathly still in anticipation, her interview perfectly rehearsed in the back of her mind.

"D…D…where's that name…ah! There we go, Desiree was it? A beautiful name…"

Now that didn't seem quite right to her, calmly brushing it off before responding to the negative; "I don't believe so Master, my name is Del…De…"

"Your name is? You're looking quite 'pale’ my dear…is everything alright? You can take a seat if you wish."

With the color literally draining from her skin as it gains an extra layer of pudge beneath, the confused maid shakes her head before snapping out of her brief spell, bowing her head in apology as the neatly trimmed bob cut begins to trickle down her face with the brief confusion about her name being wrong removed from her mind.

"I'm sorry, I just had a minor headache for a moment. Master can proceed with the interview."

"Nice to hear Desiree…if you've a need for medicine, there's plenty in the kitchen…headaches are a nasty thing to deal with, trust me on that."

Giggling involuntarily before silencing herself, Desiree the maid clears her throat to correct her transgression, earning herself a…kind look from the man in front of her?

"No need to be so tense my dear, despite what the others say about standards, you can be free to behave as you usually would around me. I am an accommodating man after all."

"W-Well then…if the Master will have me…"

Exhaling sharply, Desiree's upright stance loosens a little as her straightened shoulders droop, sagging the maid's uniform that conceals the gradual vanishing of her body's muscle mass with layer upon layer of petite flesh and buoyant fat filling in the gap.

"Now then…it says here you were born in a foreign, nondescript land? That sounds awfully sketchy to me, mind expanding on that omission in your past? Of course, if it's anything…'dark'...then we can just move past it."

Again, that strange tingle returns as it runs down her spine, but this time, the thought of there ever being a mistake fails to pop in Desiree's mind as she bites at her lower lip in time to her face morphing from that of a sprightly Englishwoman into an exotic one that looked like it had a bit of oriental Japanese to it; taking on thin silver colored brows that hinted to her new hair color with her bland raven black locks already beginning to dye themselves at the roots and large slant eyes that curved downward at the edges with sleek lashes framing the large crimson pearls her dull brown irises had become as her wide set nose cracks into a cute button beneath which laid a small, pert mouth lined with fuller lips colored a naturally vibrant pink. Remaining completely oblivious to the gradual overwrite of her memories as an ordinary English girl as her time spent studying in school warp into simple, serene days spent gathering crops from the farm at the back of her family home before grimacing when the time she'd spent training under a secretive government organization flickers into a nightmarish scene of foreign men with guns invading her village before forcefully having a sack stuffed over her face.

By the time the former spy's mind had been completely reformatted with her skills and identity as a trained assassin forgotten, Desiree's body had finished transforming as well, gaining expanded curves, a tight waistline that had felt the crushing embrace of a corset for years, broad hips that flanked a tender navel and a boost in height thanks to her legs lengthening into curvy pillars that were just as soft as they looked. Complete with a dull gray mane of soft hair framing her lovely face, growing long enough to hang down over her shapely rear, highlighting engorged teats that looked like they'd jumped 4 to 5 cup sizes forward as the observer's eyes eventually gazed downward, straining the suffocating maids uniform now ill suited to contain Desiree's voluptuous figure. But that would soon cease to be a problem with a smile raising the cheeks on the man's face.

"I appreciate Master's understanding on the matter…though I believe you already know plenty of my past if Master had bid more to buy me from the slave pens…"

"You surmise correctly Desiree…"

Muttering the last words under his breath, the man watches as her stuffy maids uniform unravels to reveal the full extent of the former spy's transformation with skin as soft as butter coating the lewd ensemble that would've made anyone scoff if they were told they were looking at a stealthy killer. With thunder thighs and pillowy tits, it was hard to imagine her sneaking around in the dark or remaining in place for too long. And while her body contained traces of muscle here and there, they were not nurtured from decades of physical training in a boot camp but rather, years of forced servitude where squatting with barely anything to maintain her balance was a common occurrence, lending credence to her thickened thighs and powerful hips that doubled as handlebars for a lucky man to hold on to.

Whoever she was before, not a lick of that individual was left in the thoroughly scoured  mind of the foreign slave girl standing in a posture of submission towards her new Master, no longer feeling creeped out like she once had as she keeps her head lowered and her eyes downcast, unwilling to move with the tightness of the choker around her neck reminding her of her place after what felt like decades of being passed from hand to hand.

And to coincide with that bit of her salacious past, Desiree's formerly tight virgin snatch loosens as years of use rend the hymen inside her, leaving her just as experienced as the women her old self once looked down upon for being impure sluts. But unlike the skanks living in the big city like the spy once did, Desiree's humble beginnings and traumatic past had left her open minded and understanding of others.

As a revealing set of gothic lingerie manifests itself over her nubile body, Desiree fidgets nervously as she awaits the usual harsh treatment she had been expected to endure during her time under the slavers that had taken her from her village when she was barely a woman, standing in the office of the striking young man who had bought her.

"But…while you were correct in assuming the purpose behind why I outbid with an offer big enough to buy out everything in that wretched house ten times over, you misunderstood one thing my dear."

"W-Whatever do you mean Master? Do you…not intend to ravish me?"

"Nonsense…I wish to offer you a place here as an honest working member of my household, if you'll allow me a moment, all will become clear."

"M-Master?! You're…"

Ruffling his blonde hair after dipping his gloved hand in a solution, the man's face dissolves to reveal a striking resemblance to Desiree's own, complete with the same ash gray hair coloration with his disguise removed.

"One of the Lunaris…the very same village you hail from…the one I hailed from…but this isn't the end of our people, far from it."

"B-But I don't understand, Master, if you're alive, shouldn't we head back?"

"Back where? The fertile land that hosted our community? It's nothing but ash now Desiree, there's nothing to go back to. I only knew of the incident because I returned to find it dead and empty."

Silenced and at a loss for words, Desiree slowly shakes her head in sadness before exhaling in disbelief, rubbing her head warily as if refusing to believe the sight before her.

"I…must be dreaming…there's no way this can be true…if this is a joke Master, it's not going to work."

Rising from his chair before heading over with the jelly all but forgotten, the disguised Lunaris closes the distance between himself and his newly transformed countryman, taking her comparatively small wrists in hand before staring intensely into her eyes.

"This is no joke Desiree, our home is where we go, and this is our new home. Amongst the survivors, Lunaris survives to this day."

"Y-You mean I…we…aren't the only ones left?"

"Come now…did you think the other workers here to be simply paid labor? They are fellow survivors and slaves, liberated from their chains or wayward travellers looking to return to the fold. And you my dear, are simply the latest we've recovered."

"So you're saying that I…I'm not…alone anymore…"

Staring in disbelief for a moment of silence, Desiree's bare shoulders begin to tremble before she starts to shed tears of relief, pushing her body tightly against her supposed Master in relief and joy as she feels his large comforting hands run over her head and shoulders in a slow, gentle caress that didn't match the vengeful ire in the man's crimson eyes as he gazed down at Desiree.

'Yet another one succumbs to the fold…'

While his tale wasn't a total lie, Desiree's new identity was still a total fabrication, given shape and form from the body and mind of the ignorant spy that had no idea of the situation she was putting herself in. And now here she was, totally oblivious of the thief she was supposed to be as she bawled loudly into the arms of her target. Given enough time, maybe he would take Desiree on as a wife, have her bear him an heir or two as punishment for her former identity's foolish idea to steal from his estate. Whoever held her leash before would assume she had failed in her mission, maybe hang on to the faint glimmer of hope that she could be rescued from captivity even. But that just meant more minds to subsume and bodies to reshape for his community, any more and he might need to start planning for expansion.

After all, the Lunaris famed beauty and elegance belied their harsh laws and equally strict punishments. And after having his entire home and people robbed from him, he saw no qualms with converting outsiders into oblivious Lunaris who would be more than happy to give themselves to him in bed. And although he was loath to admit, a part of him was eager to bed the stunning Lunarisian woman he held in his arms after decades of abstaining from the carnal desires of the flesh. How could he after returning to find his home dead and buried?

And as the current head of the tribe, the time to fill the spot of a dutiful wife was something he wanted Desiree to take by his side, but not before things properly got underway, both in an effort to build an actual relationship free of his lesser emotions and to maintain his cover. With her fair mind and beautiful figure, he could already envision the strong lineage she would bear for him. The children who would inherit his business and the vengeance he held against the world while upholding the ancient blood pact he had struck with his deity to bring his people back to glory.

"Maybe chaff really can make for fine material every now and then…"

THE END