Take her underwear

You snap Polly from her revelry: ”So… sandwich!”

”Wh- where’s the Lady Evellyn?” Polly asks, masking her concern.

You contemptuously wave your fingers: ”Oh, she’s fine, she’s on a little sidequest, nothing too serious. Anyway, I’m starving.”

Polly takes the hint and doesn’t question you a further as she diligently begins working on preparing your meal. You’re about to leave the kitchen before a smirk plays at the corners of your lips, and you pivot on your heel. There’s no reason you can’t indulge Polly’s fantasies just a teensy bit, right? With a subtle gesture, you stop time, and in short order you’ve removed her underwear and bra from underneath her uniform.

You resume time and see Polly’s expression turn from focused concentration to a sudden, realization as she processes the shifting sensation underneath her clothing. Looking over her shoulder at you she gasps softly and her face flushes red as she sees you playfully twirling the undergarments around your fingers, holding them just out of her reach as she tries to snatch at them.

You chuckle softly, “Don’t worry, Polly, just focus on that sandwich, and you can have these back once it's done. I heard staff perform better when they’re… unencumbered.” With a final playful wink, you leave the kitchen, the stolen garments clutched in your hand.