Send me a 'shh' for my muses reaction to yours sliding their hand up my muses leg.
▐ ❝♔——-; Rachel could only suppress a sigh at the unmistakeable clatter of dishes shattering on the hard floor. Sometimes, she couldn't help but wonder if it was doing more bad than good to keep her on as a maid. She was a good shot, though, and more than proved her worth when it came to protecting the manor. So, she let it go. Dishes were replaceable; lives were not.
Setting her book aside, the Countess rose and ventured from the sitting room into the kitchen to find Mey Rin on all fours amid the mess of porcelain and china, searching feverishly for her glasses. She's barely able to announce her presence before there's a hand on her ankle, slowly moving up and Rachel can only raise an eyebrow in amusement, bending to pick up the poor maid's glasses and set them atop her nose.
"Mey Rin, I do believe this behaviour is inappropriate of a Phantomhive servant," she chided, a bit playful and without anger.
The resulting shriek, and amusing but clumsy haste to get to her feet was worth the broken china. Rachel could only chuckle.