Remi was smiling, warmly, as she heard the policemen converse with Avabelle. She stood there, as straight as she possibly could, to leave a good impression and remained silent, her hat still in her hands. Here and there, she nodded a bit, as if to express her willingness to serve Miss Poppyrow. Her head tilted a bit, as Vienna left the room, but she quickly turned it back. Remi could imagine that a lack of concentration would give off a bad vibe. As the three people in front of her spoke about the contract, the young girl felt a bit uneasy. 'Submission'... It sounded so personal, not like she was in some official business. Her heart rate increased.<br/><br/>As Avabelle spoke and explained her what to do, she blushed a bit as she stepped closer to her new owner. "U-undress, Miss Poppyrow?" She asked, feeling a little weird. She had only been with one person, romantically, in her entire life, and now she was to strip down to her underwear in front of people she barely knew. Especially those policemen made her feel uneasy. However, she figured she had to, and didn't want to anger her owner. "Yes, Miss Poppyrow, of... of course."<br/><br/>Her beautiful face was still carrying the red shade as she removed the suspenders from her shoulders and let her shorts fall down to the ground. She undid her shoes, stripped them off quickly, and put them next to each other, careful to have it look very neat. She stepped out of her shorts/suspenders combo, which left the blonde with her two knee-high socks and the onepiece-like singlet of a business shirt. She unbuttoned the latter and stepped out of that one as well, revealing a simple, somewhat revealing pair of fitting, light blue panties and bra. She blush on her face seemed to grow a little darker, as she quickly stripped of the socks as well. Her body-language was easily recognized, her legs slightly inverted, her hands brought together on front of her... the girl was shy and a little uncomfortable.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, she stepped closer to her new owner and sank down on her knees. She let a quick, very insecure smile flash over her face for her mistress, then sank down and let her soft, pouty lips touch one of the polished shoes for a few seconds. As she got up, she had this defensive, uncomfortable seeming posture again, her shoulders hanging a little bit. "Was that alright?" she asked rather quietly.