Vivian shook her head at the two protesters' antics. It wasn't worth the time. The waitress looks back as Abigail walks in, watching as their exits likely closed behind them, as they did before, with a sigh. As she was finalizing her cleaning, realizing there wasn't much she could do with her clothing, the voice of the hostess of this contest booms out, drawing a surprised gaze from the redhead, and immediately causes her arm to return to it's prior place across her chest, hardly holding anything back.<br/><br/>As the two shout out their demands or complaints, dependent on how you'd like to view it, Vivian sighed, giving a look towards the woman draped in red working to adorn the fountain. The already heavy-set amount of heat on Vivian's body makes her eyes wander over the Mistress, but she averts her eyes when the woman calls out that some of them seemed to enjoy the things they'd gone through, even if it were only their body. The deep blush that was already present grows a bit at the words, so Vivian instead looks downwards to the fountain, not wanting such reactions to be seen.