An eyebrow rose as he deposited the clothing beside her, and she did as requested, slipping the high-rise lace thong, and mismatched socks on first, before pulling the camisole over her head, and pulling her riotous curls to fall down her back. As he continued to rifle through her things, she walked to the dresser, and picked up a brush, to begin the arduous task of getting her hair somewhat untangled. She had no need for a blow dryer, now, but the sped-up air-drying was not as orderly as the tool would have been.<br/><br/>"What are you looking for?" She asked over her shoulder, mind still working over the things she could do to him while he was powerless to react. She was going to tease him mercilessly. Then when they got home... She smiled to herself, biting her lower lip already in anticipation. Coming home would be fun, indeed.