Charity watched in silence as the Lady and the footman dealt with the worst of the slaves. The other new girl had done what she was bidden, so perhaps she would behave after all. She relaxed; now they could eat a meal in peace. Or her masters could, more accurately, since she was already sitting at the table and did not want to push her luck.<br/><br/>She had been distracted by the commotion, and by Alistair hauling off Lolo (which had made her more than a little wet, as assertive men did as long as they were handsome and well-born.) But now that she turned her attention back to the Countess she noted the subtle signs of distraction and intuited the lady's desires.<br/><br/>Not wanting to make a scene so soon after the ridiculous display by the mouthy new slave, Charity slipped a discrete hand into the Countess' lap, stroking her inner thigh intimately. She leaned against her, her mouth just next to the Countess' ear, and murmured in the lowest of voices, "Sweet lady, I would love to lap your juices. But I have been ordered to be presentable for the dessert course."<br/><br/>She nestled more naturally beside the lovely woman, and spoke normally, her eyes modestly downcast. "After the Lords and Ladies have enjoyed their meal, I will be serving at the dessert course." She smiled at Countess Victoria with true affection. "I will then be free to serve you, Countess, if that is your pleasure." She snaked her hand under the full skirts to stroke the woman's slit through her undergarments, hidden under the table.<br/><br/>Charity didn't need to say that the Countess was free to refuse her, or to invite a third to their bed, or any number of things. She was a good girl, she would never defy her betters so shockingly, so it went without saying.