Stella smiled softly to herself as she felt Claude's slightly shaking hands working at the laces, taking his time with it, which didn't bother her in the slightest. There was a tug of disappointment as he stepped away from her as soon as he was finished, not hesitating to stay that close to her in the slightest. Turning around to look at his back, she thought of stepping up close to him and leaning on him from behind. But by the way he was so strong in his respectful way, Stella didn't want to embarrass him, so instead she slipped out of the dress and pulled on the lacey one.<br/><br/>"Could you tighten this one please?" Stella asked, this time standing up straight so that it wouldn't strain the stitches with all her bending. The back of the lacey dress was completely open and went so far down it barely stopped above her butt. The soft, fair skin of her back was dully lit up by the dim lighting in the room and the stitches wrapped around her side, stopping just barely a quarter away from her spine. It looked bad now but it would soon look better, once the stiches could be removed. Other than that, however, her skin was flawless and smooth. Pulling her long hair to one side of her neck, she patiently and eagerly awaited his help.