He wasn't sure if he'd expected her to comply or not, but she hadn't expected him to go along with his antics and then turn everything on him. He watched, partly shocked and partly captivated, as she moved to the edge of the bed, started up at him suggestively—all the while talking to him in that tone—and held the hem of her dress as if she was going to lift it up at any moment. It seemed that any conscious thought wasn't necessary; his fingers immediately began fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. Anything to see her in the nude.

"I'm going, I'm going," he chuckled in an attempt to mask the nervousness he'd identified. When was the last time he'd ever done this without any clothes on? He'd hardly bothered to do more than unbutton his trousers the last time he went to a brothel, and before then it had to have been months, maybe a year.

"You want to...help me? Or must I remove everything by myself?"

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