Standing up she moved in front of the other servant, bending with a sexy pout to take his hands, bringing them up to pull on the sash she had used to tie up her dress, guiding his hands to remove the string before the fabric began to fall from her body. It landed in a nice pool around her feet, still in her gold heels. Underneath her dress she wasn't wearing a bra, and was wearing a pair of blue and black diagonally striped skirt-based panties. She stood there confidently with his hands in hers, nipples already standing out a little. Taking her mistress' hand with one of hers she brought both to her lips, kissing them softly before settling them on her breasts. "I'm not fake," she confided softly, letting go of their hands.