Akemi was taken a little back, and she couldn't help a short surprised glance up from where she was holding the bow, before finally eventually straightening and stepping back. She had sort of meant to imply that the uniform was a mess, because she had used up Alice's time? Oh well, she tried, anyways. She gave an apologetic glance to Alice.<br/><br/>...and then came what was one of her least favourite parts of the routine here. This part of the inspection. She didn't mind it all, of course. Flipping her skirt up happened on its own, and it didn't bother her in the slightest. There was a part of her to which it was the most natural thing in the world. She took a deep breath. And that wasn't good. She was aware why that was of course—the horns rather gave it away.<br/><br/>She licked her lips as she wiggled out of her panties, the bit of white and pink fabric sliding down to her knees. But she didn't want to enjoy it. That... that wasn't the kind of thing she was supposed to be doing. It, well, it didn't attract the right sort. But, on the other hand, she was beholden to her Mistress, and that rather made the entire situation moot.<br/><br/>Another breath, and she lifted her skirt, showing off the neatly trimmed strip that crowned her mons, her cheeks moving a shade closer to her hair.