"It, uh... It ain't my place, ma'am." It looked like hurt to say the words, and the feeling of awkwardness was compounded by Alrics ever-useful call of "Queer!" from his banquet table, which was now mostly empty; and he mostly full.<br/><br/>The man flushed and hung his head, looked decidedly unman-ish as he pressed, dabbed and wiped over her skin. He did her stomach, her thighs, and her sides; her cunt, though, was left with it's stains. Some things were not the business of servants, and though he flushed to think of it he stopped short of rubbing at -that- particular spot.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>