Mihoko's soft blush, like her fur, is mostly a tinge of tanned gold on her lighter skin.  Her legs and hips turn just a bit as Karinka presses and sniffs.  She closes her eyes and drops her head almost to her shoulder for the little rear view pass.  No point in giving the maids too much to see.  Besides, at least she can steal a rest for her<em>eyes</em>.  It doesn't actually occur to her that she might appear to be enjoying the process a little much.<br/><br/><strong>"Pun-ish-ments,"</strong>she echoes thoughtfully.  A stifled yawn, mixed with a little<em>hmmm</em>, between her lips comes out as a husky half purr.<strong>"Whyyyy...  Sure."</strong>She remains otherwise quiet and spares Karinka a tiny flash of<em>naughty, naughty</em>eyes for the little inspection.  She watches the maids reassemble themselves and head for the corridors.  It's kind of her job, and besides, it's easier to follow someone than run ahead.<br/><br/><br/><em>(She can be company for anything weird or random on the way...<br/>Actually scored 4 all told, so grouping with or trailing along on a roundabout route might work well.) </em><br/><br/>