The maids were busy clearing up their master's domicile; working here and there, they toiled over the crispness of the bedsheets, dusting of the bookshelves, fluffing of the pillows...
Thwump!
A couch pillow - barren of cover - hits the blue-ribboned maid square in the back of the head, making her lose her balance and founder to her knees. The tripped-up maid glares at her assailant - her pink-ribboned pair.
"Master would disagree of your conduct", The Blue Ribbon Maid carps, her desire to wield a pillow she had been eyeing was thwarted by her own words, "we need to finish our --"
Thwap!
After being jostled across the shoulder with another pillow, the Blue-Ribbon Maid is now daintily sprawled on the floor. Her skirt happening to be lifted enough to show her instigator a playful glimpse.
The Pink Ribbon maid settles down to her knees afore her willing prey, smiling just as sweetly as her counterpart. They both knew full well how much time they'd have alone together before master arrives.
"It seems we have both come prepared", the pink ribbon maid chimes.