Eliza's eyes flitted across both women's forms, alighting on the taller one's gaze for the briefest of moments before clarity of the situation sank in. She smiled a little bit and looked back to the main members of her audience as she lifted the uniform up her lithe, smooth form. She cupped both her breasts and carefully settled them into the cups of the maid's corset, ensuring her nipples were only baarely hidden, the faint pink of her aureola's exposed over the tops of the almost overflowing cups. She smoothed the tiny skirt out, and adjusted it to show off her ass and pussy whenever she took too large a step. With a wry smile she walked over to the "accessories" and snagged herself a lace tiara and a feather duster.<br/><br/>"Oui Oui, Sir! And 'ow do I look?" She giggled a bit, merrily, then walked over to the seated pair and began "dusting" them off, focusing for several brief, but intense moments, on the bluges of their pants.