Did you think it was easy to be a maid? It's really not. There's a reason they make such good detectives. If you're going to clean something, well, first of all, you have to identify something that needs cleaning. Do you even see all the things around you that might need that? What has become decorative and what is clutter? What is part of the ambience and what is out of place? If you're going to clean something, you have to make the decision that it needs cleaning and that means that you have to [i]actually see it[/i] first. 

On top of that, you have to know something about the order of the world. If you're cleaning the same place over and over, well, that's usually easy enough. When you start, you get some instruction about it. Perhaps from the owner or a more senior maid, or from whoever hired you if it's not one of those two options. They tell you what to do, and then the first time you do it, they tell you if you messed up or if something still needs doing and eventually you figure out that the only way to get the tile properly clean is with this brush and that cleaner and nothing else will do the job without leaving a nearly invisible layer of filth still present. Eventually, you know how to run a clean finger along a plate to be sure it's free of blemishes that your eye can't see. But if you're cleaning some new place, you need to have some idea of what the order of the place ought to be so that you can understand what's out of order.

And then...well then there's a question of tools. You know what needs doing and you've spotted what's out of place, but a fat lot of good that's going to do you if you don't have the right piece of equipment for the job. Imagine trying to sweep up the finest dust with a rough broom and a chipped dustpan. You might as well just kick it around with your foot at that point, your sock will get up more than your shoddy tools. 

All of this to say that Yuki, instilled with what is very definitely the powerful magic of order stemming from the Civil Church and definitely not any other thing whatsoever, is a bit flummoxed right out of the gate. She has never been to this ballroom, had no hand in the decorating crew (having been under the "imprisonment" of Purnima until this evening) and has not even the slightest idea where they keep the mops. Which is a problem because the number one source of clutter that Yuki knows about is her own dress. Her own dress full of silver glitter that's been leaving a trail everywhere she walks, any place she leans, all the way to silver glitter trickling onto Civelia's face when Yuki had gone to help her.

Faced with this utter indecision, she does the only thing she can do. She pulls off her own dress in the sauna, does her best to carefully fold it over itself to cover the glittery tassels with the exterior so it will stop making a mess. Then, dressed in only a light shift underneath, she grabs the nearest towel she can find, dips it in the sauna water, and starts cleaning up the glitter from Civelia before moving out to the rest of the room.