"If I might interject, highness, mistress," Fifi said from the pool. Belle gasped, as she had forgotten that the other four women were in the room.
Fifi walked closer to Beast and Belle, slowly emerging from the pool as she did so. The triplets gasped at Fifi's boldness. The maid shrugged nonchalantly. "What? We have been watching them frolic sans clothes, it seems only fair we return the favor, non?"
Soon Fifi and the triplets wade out enough so that only the portions of their body below their waistline were exposed. Like Belle, the other four women's breasts stood high, firm and proud on their chest, their hardened nipples (made so by their exposure to the air and the illicit excitement of being exposed to the Prince) pointing straight forward. If Belle's breast were the size of oranges, the triplets' breasts were the size of grapefruits, and Fifi's the size of small cantaloupe .
The four women were still about six meters away from Belle and Beast, but the triplets were obviously nervous to be even that close to Beast, as exposed as they were. The triplet's long blonde wet hair was plastered to their bodies, but did nothing to hide their breasts. The three blonde women were cluthcing their hands nervously across their stomachs, their eyes downcast.
Fifi was nervous as well, though her actions didn't show it. Instead, she kept her hands by her side and looked directly into the Prince's eyes.
"It can be overwhelming enough when one is overcome by one's own passions," Fifi began, reflecting on her relationship with Lumiere which ended very shortly after the curse was lifted. "When one is also confronted with another's passion, particularly when one is still new to the idea of passion itself...well, you can understand the reason for our mistress' sudden shyness, non?"