Charity "Flo" Andrews (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82816.msg3657211#msg3657211) – Serving at dinner.<br/><br/>Having finished a solitary meal in the Slave Quarters and after carefully grooming her body, Charity reported to the dining room to serve at dinner. In accordance with Mrs. Hemlock's punishment she was naked, but in deference to the rule requiring slaves to dress at dinner, she had a length of cloth draped around her body. The dark green silk, embroidered with flowers, looked at first glance like a saree - the regal way the cloth trailed from her body was reminiscent of Indian courtesans. However, it was in fact a tablecloth.<br/><br/>Charity nodded slightly to Mr. Pollock, letting him know that she was ready to climb onto the table when it was time for dessert. Earlier when she had been brought to him, he'd informed her that her body would be necessary as a serving platter. (Though there had not been time before dinner for her punishment, Mr. Pollock had assured her that it had not been forgotten... oh, well.) Charity dropped a flirtatious wink to Lord Valentine when she thought no one else was looking; she knew that he liked a little sauce with his tarts, and aimed to please.<br/><br/>She took her seat with the other slaves, tucking the tablecloth over her knees so it would not get dirty on the floor. She smiled at the new additions in a friendly way. The newly captured girls were somewhat distraught, as usual, but she was sure that they would soon accept their place and become companionable. Newcomers with new stories were always welcome below stairs, and pretty girls could sometimes be entertainment in themselves when the masters weren't watching.<br/><br/>She folded her hands modestly at the small of her back, as was the preference for slave girls, and noticed a few eyes dart her way as the tablecloth slipped down her breasts, uncovering her cleavage. She was pleased. Though she was good at playing demure in company, her thoughts were always decidedly naughty.