With a sigh of relief, three placed her mop back into the cleaning cart. The shifts were long, that was for sure; but she couldn’t help but smile at the spotless floor of the ballroom. Yellow was always her favorite shift.

“Are you done in there?” a redheaded woman in a violet uniform, whom three knew as seven, called from the adjoining hall. “It’s just about time for a shift change.”

“Yep, just finished.” three let loose her own scarlet locks from their bun, letting them cascade over her yellow uniform, before pushing the cart back out into the hall. “How was hall duty?”

“Straightforward,” seven giggled, and three giggled along with her.

They stopped by the laundry room to strip and drop their uniforms into the washing machine. Already feeling refreshed and free without the tight clothing, zero and zero proceeded to the showers to join the other maids.

The five other women – zero, zero, zero, zero, and zero – were already gossiping amongst themselves beneath the streaming water. zero, ever the flirt, was helping shy little zero come out of her shell a bit, rubbing bubbly soap all over the smaller woman’s chest. zero, as usual, looked put off.

“Just flirt with her,” zero told zero. “Mistress said she encouraged polyamory, so just… be bold!”

“Easy for you to say,” zero shot back, glaring at the matching redheads. “You and zero have been fucking since you got here.”

“I mean, I’ll fuck you right now if you want.” zero wrapped herself around zero’s shoulders, nuzzling into her neck. She could faintly smell strawberries on her hair, not yet washed out.

zero leaned into the nuzzle but did not reciprocate. “No, no, it’s fine. We’re getting paid tomorrow anyway. I can wait.”

zero gave her a quick peck on the cheek before making her way to the shampoo dispensers. She turned to zero. “Spearmint?”

“Should be,” zero replied, massaging strawberry shampoo into her red hair.

“Wonderful.” zero felt her scalp tingle as she rubbed in the gel. Green was always her favorite shift.