[Oh, yes, it does feel good. So intimate in every way, pressed against each other warmly and uselessly. The swell of her chest already left little to the imagination when she was adorned in just a nightgown, but now he doesn’t even have to imagine. The peek of her bosom as the first button gives way fills in all the little details he never considered; the exact contours of her shape, or maybe the complexion of her skin in this area — but that beauty mark? He’d pointed it out before, but it seems all the more profound when it’s purposefully revealed to him. His heart hammers, in time with hers.]
Ms… Adler?
[The name of a future disguise? He likes the name. A woman… the woman of charm and refinement and beauty, who can tread in circles and situations that a man could not hope to. Yes, he’s thought of something like it before, though he’s never given it life by admitting to it aloud to anyone just yet.
His free hand rises to help her with that button, fingers brushing against hers.]
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Ms… Adler?
[The name of a future disguise? He likes the name. A woman… the woman of charm and refinement and beauty, who can tread in circles and situations that a man could not hope to. Yes, he’s thought of something like it before, though he’s never given it life by admitting to it aloud to anyone just yet.
His free hand rises to help her with that button, fingers brushing against hers.]
You’ve met her?