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She slipped out the service entrance just as the first Allied bombs began to fall, the stolen microfilm safely nestled in the one place no Nazi officer had ever thought to pat down. The Inglourious French Maids had struck again, and the Duchess had proven that the greatest weapon of all wasn't a gun—it was the distraction of a perfectly tailored uniform.

She tugged at the starched white apron of a chateau maid, the black dress hugging every curve the war hadn't rationed. "This corset is a more effective interrogation device than a pair of pliers," she muttered, adjusting the lace collar that did nothing to conceal her primary assets. The mission was simple: infiltrate General Klaus von Hammer’s soirée, locate the D-Day invasion plans hidden in his study, and signal the incoming airstrike. She slipped out the service entrance just as

Pop. The third.

He smirked. "Empty your… uniform."

" Fräulein ," a voice like gravel and ice said. "You are lost." "This corset is a more effective interrogation device

The dress sagged, revealing the edge of a lacy black bra and the pale, freckled swell of her chest. For one crucial second, Von Hammer’s gaze was locked exactly where she wanted it. The third

A floorboard creaked behind her.