April's blush was building up again at Fox's words, though her body language said she rather enjoyed being called a slut. She bent forward just a bit, automatically, at the smack on her ass, giving Fox just a bit more juicy curve. "Thank you Mistress, its my duty to please you." She waited patiently while Fox gathered up the bags, and while she didn't offer to carry any, she clearly expected to have them handed to her. She followed when she was beckoned, though, and soon they were downstairs.<br/><br/>Given the late (or was it early, at this point?) hour, two of Fox's compatriots were sure to be asleep. A certain Virtual Adept was liable to still be up, though, and the flickering blue light spilling out from under her closed door as Fox and April passed was testament to that.<br/><br/>In the room, April replied with a prompt "Of course, Mistress, I am your servant and plaything!" to Fox's question, and already had her bra off when she was tossed the clothing. She absentmindedly tugged the plain black panties down and stepped out of them as she looked over the clothes, taking a moment to realize, with a bit of surprise, that she was essentially looking at only a quartet of cloth tubes and a collar. She didn't question it, though, and in a minute had rolled the socks up her legs and slipped on the arm warmers before gently clasping the collar around her neck. Then she turned and stood before fox, limbs clad in snowy white (which was an appealing contrast to her dusky skin, and how red her blush had become), hands clasped together over her crotch, waiting for Fox's verdict.