Josephine moaned softly as his hands traced along the edge of the thin shift that she wore. When his lips lowered across her collarbone, then to the tops of her breasts, which was barely above the fabric, her breathing shook with anticipation. Her pulse deafened her, and she was beyond most thoughts. "The dress need not stay on me. In fact, it is most uncomfortable, my sweet Raoul. Might you help me out of it?" She tried not to be shy, which was a bit hard around Raoul... he was handsome, charming, and overall gorgeous... how could she not melt beneath his gaze? One look from him when he was caught up in passion and she knew she was done for.