Make her strip

"Certainment, ma petite. You take your clothes off while I observe." You grin broadly, knowing that she'd do it anyway, but she looks a little nervous as you watch her hungrily while Belle sits naked on your knee, your hand running softly along her side.

"Oui, monsieur." The maid curtseys again and then stands tall, one hip cocked, and bites her lip. Her eyes close and she begins to move as Belle starts tapping a rhythm on her bare thigh. The maid dances and twirls to the rhythm, her bonnet being the first thing to fly off, amusingly, straight into the roaring fireplace. Her fingers trace her body's lines and comes to rest on her bodice. She stares straight into your eyes, licking her lips sexily as she undoes her dress, sliding it sensously down her body to the floor, leaving her in her sheer linen shift and soft leather servant's shoes.