[ He's too bashful to look her right in the eye while he does, huh. Cute. Jeez, he's troublesome. ]

Heehee. Oh, is it a little more embarrassing undressing me yourself? Sorry, sorry. ❤️

[ she's not sorry................

Unsurprisingly, she's made a production of this, too - her blouse falls open and underneath, she's wearing something black and lacy and cute cut in a way that just barely keeps her decent... if you can really call this decent.

Once it's uncovered, her hands slide back up and she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him in close and pressing his face into the crook of her own neck. ]

It's okay. [ again, that gentle, honeyed voice. ] You can touch me as much as you want. There's no point in holding back, because I want it too.