The shirt was simplicity itself and Trixa shrugged it off easily, but she knew the corset would be another matter - for all that she'd picked the simplest she could find, leather with latches instead of laces, but it was tight and accentuated her modest assets which was why she wore it. This had been, after all, the point of the evening.

Chuckling a little at the flying shoes, she leaned her head back, pressing her body against his, enjoying the feeling of it against her now-exposed arms and shoulders. Her head tilted to the side to give him all the access he could want for those warm kisses of his, and so she could glance downward to check the fastenings of his pants, nimble fingers quickly going to work, opening enough fabric to slide her hand inside so she could give him a tease of her own.