OOC: please let me know if anyone wants changes - I'd be happy to make them.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Mrs. Marsters nudged at the maids as they lay the table, straightening Chloe's legs, adjusting the lay of Ethel's arms, tucking their hair beneath their heads to minimize mess.  They were the centerpiece of the meal and the houskeeper would tolerate nothing less than perfection.<br/><br/>None of the polished serving utensils laid out were sharp; tongs and spoons would be used to scoop pre-sliced meats and vegetables from the pale figures of the maids.  Dishes were stacked along a sideboard – though this was technically a formal meal, it was 'self-serve'.  The guests would have plenty of opportunity to take what they wished from the serving platters.<br/><br/>"Remember, do not move," Mrs. Marsters said sternly to Chloe.  "I will be most disappointed if either of you spill unnecessarily."<br/><br/>The housekeeper was fairly sure that no one had fully warned Chloe of how thoroughly she might be used during dinner.  Some of the guests were inclined to 'taste-test'.<br/><br/>When the cook brought in platters of warm, rare sliced beef, it would be fanned out just so across Chloe's belly, gravy drawn in a line to end just above the smooth, rosy mons of her sex.  Right now, the housekeeper was dishing pearl onions – gleaming like pearls – on Ethel's lower belly where they glistened in the warm lamplight.  Other vegetables followed; young carrots in brandy-orange sauce, fresh red potatoes, a fan of ruffled lettuce over her sex like a fig leaf on a Greek statue.<br/><br/>"Good," Mrs. Marsters reached down and pinched Ethel's nipples, ensuring they were blushing like berries while she lay there, to match the cranberry relish adorning her chest.  "Behave."<br/>