[ Dorothea is spilling out of the front of her dress, her skin warm and soft like ivory satin. Her flesh is pliant in Linhardt's hands, and she can't help but sigh as he works his magic, both figurative and literal. When he peers up at her, his face a hand's breadth from her cleavage, she chuckles at his cheek. ]
Continue? I'd say you've barely even begun.
[ Given Linhard's current state of undress, Dorothea feels like she's wearing a few too many layers. With the corset gone, all that's left is to undo the clasp at her nape, and since Lin's hands are there already, she directs his fingers again. From there, it's easy to push the red and black silk off her shoulders. The garments slide down her body, pooling around her hips and leaving her bare from the waist up. Now the playing field feels more even. ]
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Continue? I'd say you've barely even begun.
[ Given Linhard's current state of undress, Dorothea feels like she's wearing a few too many layers. With the corset gone, all that's left is to undo the clasp at her nape, and since Lin's hands are there already, she directs his fingers again. From there, it's easy to push the red and black silk off her shoulders. The garments slide down her body, pooling around her hips and leaving her bare from the waist up. Now the playing field feels more even. ]