Chika leaned over a corner of the tub, stretching out her length so as not to splash bubblebath down her stockings.  Her all-purpose red apron flared out from the matching underbust corset below her softly shifting bosom, unconsciously half displayed should the Mistress' eyes wander.  She ran her grippy sponge down one leg, along the calf and slowly up around a foot, poking the little bulb bristles between toes and wiggling them slowly.  She was only an apprentice, and it was a busy tub.  The better to observe what sort of pecking order the others might already have.  It seemed like scrambling chaos so far, though.<br/><br/>She scoured the sponge back and forth in diagonal sweeps over Mistress' foot.  Remove all impurities, she mused silently.  I don't thiiiink so.<br/><br/>She cocks an eyebrow at the conversation, wondering if the punishments on this ship are as bad as rumors held.  That might not be so... bad...  It couldn't be worse than when she had summoned a nasty little imp and gotten more than her futon beaten...  Or could it, she muses.  Her other arm swishing waves of bubbles back around the bodies in the water.<br/><br/><em>(OOC, sorry way past bedtime and going there.  Not usually on at this time.)</em><br/><br/>