Mihoko drifts in and takes a long minute sauntering along the sides of the bath, admiring the statues.  Some are whimsical, some are erotic, and some are a little frightening.  A few are trying to be all three.  She traces a hand lazily along the wings of a gargoyle on its pedestal, a couple good feet higher than she is.  Were there more time, she might just grip onto its back and climb on atop.<br/><br/>As the others settle in more, she stifles a slight yawn and comes to Karinka's right shoulder.  She brightens a little and reaches around with one hand to swipe softly at the bow on the front of the mistress's nightshirt.  This only makes it stand out more, which earns the whole piece another little swipe and tug at the bow.  Engrossed as she plays with the idea that the bow might actually come undone, the catgirl almost ignores how her ample bosom presses along Karinka's back and side in the process.  Karinka's shirt too, is tending to dip with the attention -- lending any attending maids an easy preview of things soon to emerge.  In fact, Mihoko's twirling hand has also been bouncing at odd angles off Karinka's breast in the course of it all.  If Mihoko makes anything of her hands glancing off the mistress's supple curves as well through the thin fabric, then she is too involved with the bow to show it.<br/><br/>Finally, Mihoko lets go of the bow a little reluctantly and reaches in beneath the ruffles of the right sleeve.  She gives it a little, lazy tug as if about to start working the shirt along Karinka's shoulders again in preparation for it to come over her head.  Then she stops and nudges her head in a little arc toward the opposite sleeve, prompting in the air toward the others.  It's the usual little,<strong><em>No I'm not doing this all by myself, silly I'm a guard!</em></strong>look.<br/><br/>