Dress must be sewn

"Sorry Lauren," Megan smiled, never lowering her recording phone. "everyone is loving the view!"

"B... but my dress... is ripped!" Lauren stammered helplessly.

"That's right." Megan moved towards her. "We'll have to fix it." She reached out and snagged the dress from Lauren's hand, revealing even more of her pink flesh. Lauren cringed back.

"But... but how can I work like this?" Lauren whined.

"Oh, I suppose you'll be useless like that." Megan said. "Go to your room. You're pay will be docked for the dress, and you'll only be paid for a half day."

Lauren didn't have to be told twice. She turned and scrambled away on her small bare feet. The servants laughed and whistled as they saw one last view of Lauren's butt, jiggling and shaking for them all. Lauren, realizing her mistake, slapped a hand over her butt. One tiny, girlish hand over THAT thick, heart shaped backside? It did nothing but add a perspective on just how big Lauren's butt was, and add to jiggling. Megan, of course, filmed the whole thing. Red faced, body shaking, she scurried into her small room and slammed the door behind her.