Ahh, speaking of punishments. Akemi had to admire Mihoko just a bit. The feline guard was astonishingly brave in many ways, even if it was only very occasionally that she worked up the effort to make sure they were the<em>right</em>ways. After all, this entire journey for her was probably one long extended way of avoiding what she was<em>actually</em>supposed to be doing. And a fairly clever one as well, since no guard supervisor would probably give her a hard time over it, seeing her looking like she was doing something or other on the Mistress' orders.<br/><br/>But she was still in the way. Akemi intervened before Mistress Kalinka became<em>too</em>irritated with the conspicuous lack of progress, swapping from side to side, letting her reach by for brief seconds without actually having to push the catgirl aside, each time snagging another loose end of the nightshirt, loosening it further, or bringing a sleeve off entirely until she finally snagged the bow, tugging off the entire thing and neatly folding it as she left Mihoko standing there, wrapped around the now mostly naked Kalinka.<br/><br/>She allowed herself a moment to feel smug. Regardless of obstacles, such was the maid art! Okay, so granted, it wasn't the part she was<em>supposed</em>to be learning, but it was the part she was good at, which had to count for something.