[August 17, 2:44 PM - Wright Anything Agency Storage Closet]

By that point, Ami could only imagine that for whatever reason, the shrine maiden with a grudge against her did not want her employer knowing that she spoke Japanese. Poorly, but it was more than enough to get her point across.

"I, I promise you that... that none of this is my fault..."
"Silly girl, I not caring one bit."

Ami looked from the robed female to the door behind her, meekly covering herself. She wanted to turn and run, but without any sort of cover? It seemed like she was better off just playing along and hoping the maiden could be reasoned with.

"Once... once this is all over with, I'm going straight home, so you don't need to-"

Ami went silent in mid-sentence, staring blankly as Maya approached her with what looked like an entangled batch of pink ribbon string.

"...what is that fo-...AAH!"

Ami gasped as the woman grabbed her by the wrists, held her arms up, and began winding the ribbon around her breasts with practiced binding. "What are you doing!?"

"Give something to wear, you shameless girl, now shush!"
Ami was stunned to silence. By the time Maya was done, she had snapped off the ribbon in two places. A series of ribbons bound her breasts back, but barely concealed anything else. Her shoulders, arms, midriff, and especially the outline of her curvature, little was left to the imagination.

Her lower body had fared no better. The ribbons were snugly wound around her pelvic area and buttocks like a second skin, giving the appearance of a form-fitting thinly-constructed set of bikini bottoms.

And then, brushing her hands with a satisfied grin, Maya tossed away the rest of the ribbon.

"There, you look right now."

"I, I can not go out in-..."

Without waiting for any more protests, Maya turned Ami around and shoved her back out into the main room.

Judging from the bashful outcry and masculine gasps that followed, the outfit was a success.

"She's alll yours, Nick." Maya winked, and watched the two go outside before following with a smile.

By her estimation, the compromised ribbon would last just long enough to teach that shameless foreigner a lesson she'd never forget.