Didn’t close the door quite fast enough

The lady may have slammed the door behind her the second she entered, but no caution or reflex is fast enough to outpace one with control over the flow of time. Before she’s able to close the door to the mansion garden you’ve halted time and slipped inside. There you find Evellyn mid-conversation with Polly, a servant girl, making a gesture which you suspect probably translates to brushing off the barrage of questions about how she returned home in such a immodest state with an angry “I don’t want to talk about it.”

The servant girl, blushing profusely at the sight of pantsless Evellyn, appears to be of a roughly similar age as the lady, wearing a white coif over her brown hair, an ankle-length gown with a bodice over it, and she has an apron tied around her middle. Your practiced eye can already tell that she’s not as fit and trimmed as Evellyn underneath that gown, but that some of that fat translates to a nice pair of chubby peasant tits.