Salter let out an eep as Musashi lifted her up. "P-proper supplies?" she asked nervously. At the mention of small talk, she lowered her gaze. "I don't know about small talk...I'm not a very useful servant for anything but fighting. I don't really have any interests beyond fighting and food..."
Jeanne yawned as she felt herself being shaken awake. Looking up, she saw Da Vinci had roused her and Fran from their slumber. Blushing slightly, Jeanne could feel the dampness in her diaper signaling her bladder had relaxed as she rested. It wasn't too bad, but it was still embarrassing.
Carefully moving so as not to hurt Fran while Da Vinci woke the other servant, Jeanne's eyes settled on the laptop. Pulling it over, she looked to Da Vinci. "Fran's cooped up in here with me... maybe you could get her some toys, or something?" she showed the opened website to Da Vinci, a bit embarrassed to talk about its contents further but hoping the servant could help her.
Boudica tsked loudly, taking a cloth and reaching over, gently wiping Artoria's face clean. "I didn't realize you were going to be such a messy little one." Once Artoria was cleaned up and fed, Boudica shifted around, trying to get more comfortable in her wet diaper. She looked around with a frown. "I don't have a bottle or anything for you to drink from. I suppose we'll have to do it the old-fashion way. Luckily, as a servant it won't be a problem." The redhead carefully began to remove her top, exposing her impressive breasts. Leaning forward, she cradled Artoria's head, bringing it up to her breasts. "Drink up dear."
(I have relatively little idea if that's a reasonable thing you'd want to have happen here, can change what she does.)
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