Run away scared!

Dylan's sweat turned cold as she realized the gravity of the situation. With the Mistress away, wasn't Antonio the de facto master of the house? And she'd just seen him naked! She'd come into his room, unannounced, while he was bathing!

The maid dashed, bounding past the naked young man and bursting out into the hallway. Her slipper-clad feet pounded on the carpet, her breasts bouncing so hard they popped out of her neckline. She finally burst into the Center Wing, falling to her knees and panting to catch her breath.

"Whoa! Chica, what happened with you?"

One of the other maids, Martina Sánchez, was dusting one of the display cases. She walked over, reaching a hand to help Dylan up. Her chest still heaving, Dylan gently took the girl's hand, her other arm crossed over her exposed breasts, and let Martina help her up.

"Chica, your chachas are out," she said, pointing at the American girl's bust, a playful smirk on her face. Dylan blushed and tucked her breasts back into her uniform.

Martina was a beautiful, tanned Spaniard. Supermodel thin, a Latin ass, long and lustrous black hair... Tall, too, with legs for days because of it. She was the only one in The Villa who was nice to Dylan besides the Head Maid, likely because she was from outside Italy too and because of her similar age.

"Chica, wanna talk about it?"

Hmmm... Nah. Best this doesn't get out. She could trust Martina, but... still, this was too embarrassing to admit. "Nah, just... something fell, and it scared me. You know how spooky the second floor of the Right Wing can be," Dylan said.

Martina cocked an elegant brow, clearly suspicious but just nodded in acceptance. "Okay, then. C'mon, chica, let's get you something to eat, help you relax."

Dylan smiled. "Thanks, Tina."

"No probs, Chica!"

She hoped she wouldn't run into Antonio again...