Julia was attentive enough to catch the mumble, blushing brightly and nodding. "Yes Mistress, thank you." The girl sat and ate quietly, her pace suggesting she was used to catching meals in the gaps between her better's schedules and in stolen moments - not quite wolfing it down, but clearly treating it more as a necessary chore to keep her running than to savor her food as an experience.<br/><br/>A short while later the sink was running, a soft clatter as she cleaned the dishes and pans from breakfast and then hurried upstairs to change. She did so swiftly, changing into clean pair of lace boy shorts and a matching bra, as well as a dress that, while attractive, was clearly mostly intended to be accessible and easy to remove if needed, as well as a pair of heels to go with it before heading back downstairs, not wanting to be caught unprepared when Mistress's friends arrived.