They plot (and scratch)

Vanessa was the first to give in, as she subtly began to scratch at her arms. "You idiot, look what you've done!" She growled at the maid while trying to casually trying to scratch her legs, acting as if she was just adjusting her dress.

"I'm sorry," whined the maid as she backed up to the wall and began shimmying up and down to try to scratch her back without drawing attention to herself. "It was an accident!"

"Oh, like that makes it better!" Lauren's mom complained as she started to tug at her necklace, rubbing the exposed skin on her neck and breasts, in an unsuccessful bid to get some relief.

"Let's just get out of here while no one's looking," suggested Vanessa as she knelt down to scratch at her stocking-covered legs, trying to act like she was just adjusting them.

"We can't," said her mother, as she tugged her gloves off and started scratching more aggressively along her arms and across her stomach. "We're supposed to join her on stage during her big speech!"

"Well I don't see why that affects me," said the maid as she slipped a hand under her apron and started unbuttoning her shirt to try to get to the itchy skin underneath.

"If we have to suffer, then so do you," declared Lauren's mother, although some of the menace of her words was lost as she scratched at her ass with both hands.

"Yeah! This is all your fault," Vanessa said, sounding like a whiney child as scratched her head, ruining the expensive and elaborate hairstyle she'd spent all morning getting.

"Then what do we do now?" The maid whimpered, her hands continuing past her now open and unbuttoned shirt (still covered by the apron) as she began to tug at her bra and scratch her belly.