"You did not overstep, don't let it concern you," Daphne replied readily in a soft tone but one that didn't show any deference. It was how a proper witch was supposed to speak to those of lower station as well as servants. Camille, despite her charms, was assumed to be both.
Daphne didn't confirm or deny the clerk's assertions. "It would be lovely to have Millicent there to give me her opinions," she answered. Again, she felt a dull ache between her legs. It was bloody hot the idea of wandering around in knickers for Millicent to see. Would she like the sight?
Stepping over towards the dressing area, she tried to calm her excitement and nerves as she waited for both the lingerie and Millicent to be fetched for her. With her arms fold demurely in front of her, Daphne let her mind wander.
Did Millicent actually fancy girls? Lots called her derogatory names behind her back that were used for girls like that. Not that it meant she was, of course. After all, Daphne fancied girls and no one called her that. That she knew of, anyways...