[The mistress really did pick the absolute worst saleswoman possible... but Benedikta simply listens from behind still, puffing on the pipe between her teeth. It's little wonder, as she looks this woman over, that she has not questioned Benedikta yet on her own dress—she has at least a whole head and perhaps a half on this woman, and perhaps she already knows that she would not dare trying to pull it off.

That, or she already knows Benedikta might just laugh in her face and carry on.

But oh, watching Shiva squirm is as delightful as it gets, she thinks.

However, this is getting a bit too painful, even for Benedikta... the man reaches out to touch the fabric now, as he decides that Jill has given his wife an unbearably lacklustre answer, and that's when she reaches around and swats his hand away, almost instinctively without much thought to the action.]

You are not to touch the merchandise, as the mistress has so plainly requested.

[She blows the smoke from her pipe over Jill's shoulder into the man's face, forcing him to back away, her hawk-like eyes focusing on them both.]

See to it that your man keeps his hands to himself.

[And she will drag Jill away from the couple, every bit of her amusement faded.]