The maids continue molesting you, inspecting every tattoo, including your infernal ones, thinking that you were kidnapped by some cult for evil experimentations. One even found that you were missing your clit hood, and she started to freak out! Pressing her head against your modestly small chest,  groping you playfully and saying that she'll avenge you.<br/><br/>The locksmith finally comes, whom just so happens to be the royal blacksmith, coming in and groping both the maids, and starts getting to work immediately after, going in and removing your gags and any other locks that you have on in very short amount of time.<br/><br/>"Alright, her gag is off...she is pretty cute though." He said, examining your limp body, thinking you're still passed out. The maids aplaud him for his work, before he starts pulling down his pants and groping you in you're "sleep", sucking on one of your nipples and playing with your nipple ring with his tongue, thinking you're still far too passed out too even wake yet.<br/><br/>The maids look horrified.<strong>"Sir! This is very bad conduct!"</strong>the older one shouted, pouting.<strong>"We were here first!"</strong>