Ameline blushed. She could have said something- but that could also risk this opportunity. The maid chastised herself for thinking of it as such, but didn't attempt to reword her thoughts. Instead, she kissed the prince and pulled away from his grasp. "Yes, master," she said, but instead turned to the door, went to it, and shut the doors. Then, Ameline turned around, and began her task. First, she undid the headband, and let it drop to the floor, and then removed her slippers. Slowly, Ameline made her way over to wear the prince stood, and stripped as she went. The apron, and then the dress, and- cheeks still pink- untied and slipped off her corset, her stockings, and finally, her under clothing. She stood now, naked and smooth-skinned, in front of her master, and enjoyed the night.