Emma padded into the master bedroom on bare feet, having come up from the basement by secluded stairs and halls that would prevent the caterers from catching a glimpse of her nudity. The blonde knew Master and Mistress did not mind - and often required - her exhibitionism, but she still felt a touch dismayed by the idea of being seen by outside help - after all, one could never be<em>absolutely</em>certain of their silence, she thought primly.<br/><br/>She put Mistress' corset away where it belonged, then moved toward the bathroom, taking care to make enough noise in approaching as to not surprise Mistress. She knocked gently on the doorframe and knelt in the doorway, her hands behind her back, her knees wide apart.<br/>"Good afternoon, Mistress," Emma said, her voice soft and reverential. "I'm sorry to interrupt your bath. May I ask what you wish me to wear tonight?"