Chat her up a bit more
From Lord Of Utterdom
You ask her to join you in having a bit more wine, and she gladly complies. The two of you sit and chat about nothing important, but rather the affairs of a farmer, the life of a prince, the boring nature of daily life, so on and so forth. After a while, she's smiling brightly, hanging on your every word as you relate a few stories of trouble you've gotten into with your father. You aren't sure they're that amusing, but she truly seems to enjoy them.
You can't help but notice her mammoth breasts rising and falling as she breathes, and how they're the largest you've ever seen as they press against the fabric of her dress. You get a wild notion that you'd like to see them up close and personally attest to their fullness, but you aren't sure she'd go for that. She isn't a servant girl in your castle, after all.
