Janica waited for a few more moments, resting with her back on the table as the lord's hand idly kneaded her tit before she finally lifted her upper body up and swung her legs around such that they hung from the table's edge. Looking up at her host she pointed to the crumpled heap of white silk on the floor next to her former seat, and asked matter of factly "Should I get dressed again this time, or is it rather pointless?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>