Serving girl

Evellyn is led out of the tent a little while later. She’s still gagged, but where previously her hands were bound behind her back her elbows are now cleverly connected to each other with a rope running behind her back, and her wrists similarly connected by a rope in front of her stomach, constricting her arm movements so severely she can only use them to hold onto the tray that has been **** into her hands to hold a number of wineglasses.

Evellyn isn’t entirely naked anymore, but still not that far removed from a nude state either. Instead she’s received a black ribbon around her neck like a collar, there are ribbons in her hair, and she’s been dressed in stockings and a garterbelt - without panties - walking in high heels. Her ankles are connected with another ribbon so she can’t run, and her bare tits are positioned just right that they can almost rest on the edge of the tray

The humiliating spectacle is shepherded out of the tent by Isabel, who seems almost mortified with embarrassment at her handiwork - radically more embarrassed than Evellyn herself, who bears the indignity with a simmering, restrained anger and only mild blushing.

Evellyn the waitress is led over to Lady Charlene for a quick inspection. Charlene gently claps her hands in gleeful excitement as she watches Evellyn waddle her way towards her on high heels across the grass. ”Well done Isabel, well done, you’ve excelled yourself!” she beams, almost giddy. Charlene approaches Evellyn. She strokes her chin, inspecting her rival intently, as she begins to circle her. Evellyn focusses on holding her tray of wineglasses steady as she feels Charlene prodding and groping at her from different angles, grabbing a handful of ass and tapping the other cheek until it wobbles appreciably. Charlene continues to circle around to cup one of Evellyn’s tits with her hand, feigning to be weighing its volume like she’s at the market, before running a hand down Evellyn’s stomach down to her crotch and rubbing past it two or three times, making Evellyn feel uncomfortably weak-kneed for a split second and causing the tray to angle dangerously before she recovers it.

Charlene steps away and thinks aloud to herself: ”Mhmmm, I feel something is missing…”