Mhm. It was in a most ideal position to give it a slap or two, her bottom. It could have very well been more difficult not to go for it at this point. The sheer willpower required to pass the opportunity to beat that arse a little? Yea, it must...
As she fed yet another sheet set into the ironing machine, the glint of something shiny appeared in her periferal vision. Almost afraid to acknowledge the presence of another person in her inner sanctom, Eloine averted her eyes just far enough...