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[ the way she smiles can only be described as "sly" ]

I imagine I would fill it out more than she.

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[But here, he just smiles wide.]

Indeed, she is naturally, ah, lacking in some areas, but far be it from me to talk ill about a lady's figure. Still, I would very much like to see you wearing that someday, Sprezzatura. Perhaps when we might yet steal away another moment of privacy together?

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Why not now? No one is here.

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[He casts his gaze around as though to confirm, though he knows it's true.]

You do have a point. If we are both feeling particularly bold, you could. I admit to a tinge of... impatience, on my part.

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[ you want to see her boobies in the bra don't you ]

Give it here.

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[Well, he doesn't not want to see that.

Hands it over. c: ]

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[ she wants to see her own boobies in the bra, so. win-win. with one careful glance towards the stairwell to the lobby, Sprezzatura lays the lingerie over her lap, shimmies her sweater so she can pull her arms back inside it without taking it off, then begins the work of unbuttoning the blouse beneath.

there is something titillating about doing this in the Phoenix common area. they could be caught. ]

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[Sholmes would hear any footsteps approaching, know immediately who it might be from the tempo of their gait alone, and give them enough time to Act Normal (tm). But yes. It's titillating all the same, the possibility of it hanging over them.

Not that he seems the least bit anxious about it.]

Shall I turn the other way, let the presentation be a surprise?

[No he's gonna look anyway.]

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No.

[ simply put: she wants him to watch. making quick work of her blouse, she shimmies a little more and strips it down her arms and lets it drop to the floor. there are glimpses of very high stomach as she does this—just a touch of tasteful underboob visible when she raises her arms beneath the sweater. her gaze flits back and forth between Sholmes and that stairway, a secretive smile on her face, each motion a little more hasty than it might normally be. under the circumstances, you know.

she grabs the brassiere! and realizes that since it's a halter top, she does actually have to take off the sweater, too. ]

Wait, wait—help me.

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[His smile starts to skew similarly: a little bit gremlin-like. Sholmes moves forward, grasping hold of the shoulders of her sweater. A little tug upwards.]

Tell me when.

[If she's trying to do this quick and sneaky-like, then timing is everything. (It really isn't, this is just fun.)]

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[ it's everything, Herlock. scrabbling to get the band closed around her ribcage, she muffles an uncharacteristic giggle ]

Quickly, now.

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[Naturally, her giddiness is contagious. He has to bite back down a laugh of his own, which is not normal for a man who usually lets them fly loose and free.]

That is what I should be saying to you, I think.

[Up goes the sweatshirt, slipping up past her head.]

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[ hastily pulling the halter straps up and knotting them at her nape--this time her giggle comes through ]

Shh-hh!

[ and then the work of scooping herself into the so-called "cups". her tail swishes eagerly behind her ]