Angela considers the two dresses for another moment and then she turns away from Andrew with a faint nod, considering for a moment. She can feel his eyes upon her and she takes a steadying breath, thinking about what she’s going to do. She can feel her own tension cracklong in her spine, her need to be had, to be taken bristling through her like a flame.<br/><br/>She has her back to him when she undoes her bra and slides it off, her shoulders, one hand covering her breasts whilst the other starts to hook the dress on... though she isn’t quite quick enough covering herself to stop Andrew from getting a look at those large but firm breasts with their brown nipples, already poking upward slightly as Angela picks up the black dress and slides it on, trying to ignore the way she can feel Andrew looking at her.<br/>“what do you think?” She asks softly after a moment, the dress still slightly undone, her breasts held in place with a whisper and a prayer.