My outfit was the only one that was different from the rest. A lot of my co-workers had tried to know why I dressed differently from them, and I couldn't come up with any other response other than not being comfortable with the normal outfit.
Due to this, some of them whispered behind me, some called me names, and some said to my face how I thought acting decent would take me anywhere in the clubhouse. They claimed it wouldn't increase my pay and that I was overacting.
If only they knew that I had no control over my dressing, and that I was only working with them because the moon goddess must have surely decided that I wouldn't lose this job. Even my daily pay was always at stake, because I was scared that my money would be held by the alpha supreme for one thing or another.
After a wee
