Tavris shivers, the thumb on her lip and the husky voice in her ear sending thrills to her core, gooseflesh forming on her skin. She's afraid, yes, but she's also titillated by the sudden possibilities.

"Y-yes ma'am," she breathes. "I--"

She doesn't have time to properly answer, because Ms Serket is pulling away oh-so-casually and telling her to strip. Obediently, Tavris stands, chewing her lip for a moment.

"Okay," she breathes, before reaching down and tugging her blouse carefully up and over her head, revealing a small, lush body with a plump stomach and full breasts that almost overspill her brassiere.