Dulcinea nods her head after every directive.  A small grin appears upon her full lips as the master mentions washing him.<em>That's a duty I don't remember my mother ever telling me about...</em>Still, her mind begins to wander.  She can see the master in a large tub, languidly lying back, awaiting her soft hands to come and wash away the stress of his day.  She snapped out of her reverie when she heard that there was laundry to do.  Oh, I'll get the laundry!  It's one of my specialties!  She smiles sweetly at the master, blushing slightly at her own enthusiasm.