Amandine gulped at the mistress's inspection, trying to straighten her apron before it was her turn... but of course it was little use, her whole uniform was in need of a bit more attention, and there wasn't nearly enough time to fix it, especially without the mistress noticing. Blushing at the threat of terrible things, she just nodded quietly, scowling a bit when the woman looked away.<br/><br/>Turning quite red at the next inspection, she hesitated for a moment, but not wanting to get in even more trouble, she wiggles a bit, tugging her panties down and letting them drop around her ankles, and nervously lifting her skirt, her cheeks burning as she stares down at the floor.