Within her sleep deprived state Camalia was more prone to anger and wild outburst. Not that she wasn't easily angered before but she at least could use reason to discern when to express her anger and when to back down. This did not apply to her current state.
"Go away!" Camalia lazily said before reaching up to the collar of the woman's maid uniform. Before the woman could react Camalia ripped open her collared shirt, sending the buttons holding it closed to fly around the hall. As if Camalia had set off an avalanche the maids breasts spilled out of her blouse, ripping more buttons off as they came into view. The maids large chest was freed of the blouses tight constrains, only hidden now by a lacey black bra that seemed two sizes two small for her double D's.
The maid was instantly mortified. She quickly tried to cover her bountiful mounds with her hands, frantically moving them around in an attempt to find the best way to hide her chest now that her blouse was ruined. Meanwhile Camalia made her way past her to the double doors leading to the dining room. The same dining room that you, your family and a few guests are currently enjoying your dinner in. You were confused as to why Sasha, the slave in charge of the kitchen, disappeared.
A confusion that quickly cleared up as the double doors swung open to reveal a very naked Camalia. The entire room halts what they were doing as the naked blond bursts into the room. Forks stop mid bite and the male slaves stop serving the food to look over and catch another eyeful of the blonds modest bust and bare mound. From a glance you can tell the fussy blond is completely out of it. "Is she sleepwalking?"
You question as you asses the situation. Trying to figure out the best way to handle the situation presented to you. "Hungry." Camalia lazily said as she stumbled forward. You knew you had to act fast if you were to save face. Having your new slave burst into dinning room in her birthday suit was a bit off-putting to say the least.
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