The servant with the pillow tits smiles faintly, obviously pleased by your apparent approval of her work. She begins to knead your breast flesh a little more firmly, while still constantly monitoring your reaction to make sure she isn't being too rough. Meanwhile, the other servant quickly puts down the tea and retrieves the hairbrush, kneeling down beside your long, fluffy tail to get to work on the brushing. She silently counts each number out as she strokes your fur, obviously concentrating carefully on getting exactly 100 brushes in.<strong>"Hmm, a few of us do..."</strong>the buxom servant replies, keeping her eyes focused on your chest.<strong>"Some of the ministers disapprove of us servants having male lovers though, because they don't want us to be distracted or have other commitments, I think..."</strong>She pouts as she says this.