Stretching out her pleasantly sore body, Winnie was unabashed that the sheet hardly covered any of her body. Bruises were going to bloom in a lot of places in the morning, but that wasn't anything Winnie couldn't handle.

Grinning, she tucked her hands behind her head in the epitome of satisfaction. "Oh, I love dancer's costumes." She gushed in an excited whisper, closing her eyes to envision the possibilities. Not that she'd been to many a ballet or anything, but oh the legs. "All bosom and legs on them. I love a nice pair of legs on a lass." They left little to the imagination, which was half the fun and most of the enticement.

"I'm sure all those delightful male muscles were on display as well." Win had no issues appreciating the beauty of a body, whatever the gender.