She tries to hide it.

She strategically but not so subtly keeps her hands in front of the wet spot as she stands and watches the man do his routine. It doesn't exactly help though either. She watches as he bends over and stretches. In one position, it's the fabric tight against his ass. In another, his bulge is so prominent it's like he's wearing nothing at all, and he certainly compensates for nothing. Her legs tremble as she watches. While she tries to look away, her eyes are drawn back. Her situation only gets worse though the more she looks. Before she knows it, she looks down to see that the spot has grown.

No, no! I'm getting wetter! Crap crap crap. I can't... I just... It's so hot... I need to touch it so bad.

"And that's that!" he announces. "You never want to overwork yourself, correct?"

"Y-Yes. Correct," she mutters back.

He tilts his head and looks with concern. Then he steps closer and places a hand on her arm. "Are you all right? Honestly, if you pulled anything, I would love to take a look at it. I'm quite talented with my hands. If you have any tensed up muscle, believe me. I can relieve all of that tension in moments."

"Ahaha no. It's fine! P-Please don't do that."

Her face is beat red. She stares down his body--bulge so close to her. It's definitely true that it would only take moments that's for sure.

"Well, feel free to shower. I need to get to my other duties today. Thank you again for coming with me. It means a lot." He takes a gentle hold of her hand and kisses the back, sending a tingle through her body. "I've love to do it again sometime."

As he walks towards the opposite room, she stares for a moment. Then she shakes it off and runs to the shower room as quickly as she can. But I still don't have clothes waiting for me in there! Despite the futility, she makes her way inside.

The first thing she does is peel the pants down off her legs. Then she removes her shirt. She stands under the running water beneath the showerhead. It rolls down her body, and for a moment, she can forget just how wet she truly is. Though as her mind wanders, so does her hand. She brushes two fingers against her lower lips and gently rubs. The reaction is immediate. She purrs as the wonderful, relieving sensation of finally being able to touch herself. Her body practically screams for more. As her fingers wander upwards, she gasps, snaps back to reality, and puts her hands behind her back.

No, no! I can't! She shakes her head, flicking water left and right. I need to hold it. I can't give into my temptations.

As she stands there beneath the shower, she wonders what to do next. Her body is so pent-up now, and the frustration is getting worse. And her regular outfit is still gone. After standing there for some time, she shuts the water off and walks around to the bench where she initially found her work-out clothes. She ponders. Then she perks up and begins to look around. Towels! That's something!

She opens up cupboards and looks all around until she finds a pile of neatly folded towels. Fi begins drying herself off, and when complete, she wraps it around her body and looks down over herself with uncertainty. I can't just go out in this though. I'll get in some serious trouble!

Then she jumps as a figure steps inside--the older woman from before with a basket of clothes at her side. They lock eyes. Then the servant woman realizes what's happening, and puts a hand on her head.

"I'm so sorry, dear. Your uniform isn't finished yet," she admits. "I completely forgot."

"Oh uhm... It's fine." No way!

"Ah but I can't have you walking the manor nude. Here, take this dress. It's still rather clean, and it belongs to one of the other servants here. She won't mind at all. Then I'll bring your uniform to our quarters when it's done."

"Thank you so much!" Fi says ecstatically. "I'm so relieved."

"I'll leave it right here," she says as she places the garment on the bench. "Now I suppose there's nothing here I need to take... I forgot that I came here earlier. I hope you enjoyed your time with Lord Faroe." She bows her head and takes her leave.

Fi sighs. Thank you, Lasis. What a miracle.

She looks over the lovely, pure white dress laying before her. She slips it over her head, and it fits all right. It isn't too tight, though there is no hole for her tail, so it has to hang out the bottom, and it's cut a little higher than she wishes it was. It's better than nothing at least. But then her face starts to flush as she pats herself down. W-Wait. But, I have no bra. No panties. This is still a problem! What if someone finds out? Oh dear. I just need to get to the servants' quarters as soon as I can. That's it.

Swiftly, she moves through the doorway, passes through the grassy room, and tries to hustle through the hallway while appearing nonchalant. Meanwhile, she can feel the air wafting against her bare wet nethers.