"Okay," he said, blinking at the back on her corset and trying to resolve the jumble of clasps into something that made any sort of sense. How was she already so dressed? He hadn't managed to do more than sit up in bed, leaning against the wall behind him and trying to orient himself in the small dim room.

He managed to get it closed — or, at least, he thought it was closed — with a fair bit of fumbling. He wished he knew where his underthings were. His erection was rapidly deflating and he was starting to feel exposed and a little ridiculous.

"Sorry," he mumbled, but he wasn't even sure exactly what he was apologizing for.