Gareth realized what they meant immediately. They likely wanted to freshen up after the impromptu bath.
"Of course. I'll step outside now" He said with a warm smile on his face. A smile that was meant to potray his lack of hostility. He wanted them to know that he meant no harm, and was just a normal man.
It seemed to have had its intended effect as the slightly tense expressions on their faces dissolved into relief. While the head maid might not have explicitly stated it, asking them to do something like this was equivalent to her serving them as dinner to him.
If he wanted to do something to them, they didn't know the appropriate response they were supposed to make. Seeing him not try anything despite his apparent arousal made them drop their guard towards him, and at that moment, their impression of him rose a bit.
Gareth stepped out of the bathroom and found multiple sets of clothes on the bed. 'Another maid must have brought it in while I was in the shower.' He thought as he picked up fresh underwear that was among the neatly folded pile.
He had wondered what he would do about clothing before since he had come with only the pair on his back, but evidently, that was taken care of. He wore the underwear, and just as he was trying to decide on what to wear, he noticed a pair of clothes clearly separated from the rest.
These ones looked much better than the rest and were clearly of a superior quality. He picked the trousers and wore them. The black fabric felt smooth on his skin and was much more comfortable than the previous one.
As soon as he finished putting it on, he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening behind him. He turned around to find Miria and Hazel, now fully bathed and clothed. Though he could notice that their hair was still slightly damp.
Seeing Adrian not fully clothed yet, they quickly made their way towards the pile of clothes on his bed.
"Let us help you," Miria said, though her tone suggested that she wasn't asking. The head maid had instructed them to make sure he looked good in order to meet the countess.
Meanwhile, Hazel quietly stepped out of the room and returned with some scissors. and a small stool. Gareth had an inkling of what she wanted to do, and his suspicions were verified when she spoke.
"Please take a seat, let me give you a haircut." She asked, though her tone was quieter than Miria's. Gareth had no qualms with this and sat down on the stool positioned in the center of the room.
"Would you prefer your hair longer or shorter?" She asked as she readied the scissors in her hands.
"Hmm, I think I would like it to be shorter. I've always had long hair, so I'm curious to see how I look without it." He said while placing a finger on his chin.
Hazel responded with a slight nod and immediately got to work.
Snip Snip.
The sound of scissors could be heard, and before long, Gareth could see pieces of his hair falling to the ground. From how fast she worked, he could tell that Hazel was skilled, so he wasn't worried that she would do a bad job.
Before long, she was done, and after dusting off the remaining hair particles around him, she handed him a small mirror to see himself. What stared back at him was the visage of a handsome young man; despite being just eighteen years old, Gareth already had a mature air around him, and now, the haircut just reinforced the look.
His chiseled jaw was further highlighted by the short hair, and his pale green eyes were mesmerizing and held a deep look to them as if they had seen things that others couldn't imagine made him. In short, he was a heartthrob.
"Damn, I look good." He chuckled to himself internally. This was the first time he was seeing his reflection in this world. He had only seen himself while he was viewing the memories of the former host.
Now, even he couldn't fault the countess for taking a liking to him. Hell, even he would take a liking to him if he were a woman.
'Maybe I can be a full-time fuck boy.' Gareth pondered, already trying to find ways to use his looks to secure his future. It wasn't a bad idea, to be honest. He was sure that multiple noble women would pay to spend the night with him. The countess was a prime example since she literally bought him.
Perhaps he could even be a premium escort. One that only caters to noble ladies. However, before he could finalize this new business idea, someone snapped him out of his daydreams.
"D-Do you like it?" Hazel asked with a bit of a blush on her face. Even she was surprised by how well the makeover turned out. It wasn't only her. Miria, who had been waiting with the outfits she had selected, couldn't help but cover her mouth in shock.
"Yes, it looks great. Thank you very much." He said while flashing a smile at Hazel. Seeing his smile, the blush on Hazel's face only deepened, and she could only offer a small nod as a response. Observing her bashful reaction, a thought popped into his head.
'Oh yeah! Definitely a fuck boy.' He thought to himself. He stood up and went over to the bed where Miria had already selected his outfit. It wasn't much to be honest, consisting of only a white button-down shirt and a black waistcoat that complemented his trousers. Still, it made him look dashing.
'He looks like a noble.' That was the thought that passed through the minds of the two maids when looking at him. And they were correct. His current appearance, even though his clothes were plain without embellishments, gave him an air of nobility.
Done with their jobs, the two maids were about to leave when Gareth suddenly stopped them. What else did he want? Or perhaps there was something they missed? No, they hadn't missed anything.
As their brains were trying to figure out the reason, his sentence surprised them greatly.