Lorraine found herself feeling quite silly about her question even as Fiona's hand raised to her cheek. The whore responded gently to Lorraine's touch, quiet approval from her throat in what might be called a woman's purr. Lorraine found she rather enjoyed the sounds. Her hand drew back though as Fiona loosened the corset she wore and freed her body of it. Color drew into Lorraine's cheeks just before her pale eyes sought Fiona's.<em>'Quite beautiful... In a strangely alluring way.'</em>Lorraine couldn't say that. Saying such things aloud.. Well, it was not something she had been raised to do.<br/><br/>At Fiona's words of the sunlight Lorraine's eyes turned toward the window, drinking in the curtains and the warm glass. They cast about the room to seek out shadows despite herself, and here and there a shadow was made, but all literal, of course. Literal shadows held no danger. Real danger was in the metaphorical.<br/><br/>Fiona asked if Lorraine would return, and the sweetness in her voice was unmistakable. She nodded her affirmation of such, already feeling sure that she would... Though perhaps for a time... That would remain to be seen. And then of course, Fiona explained that Lorraine would keep her clothing, which did offer Lorraine some comfort... Though as much as might have been had if the situation were reversed.<em>'One of us in clothes would serve to keep things... Well, somewhat tamer... Hopefully.'</em><br/><br/>The words Fiona spoke did not escape Lorraine, even as she pondered their circumstances. '...unless you ask prettily for it.' The color in her cheeks grew deeper.<em>'How would one ask for such a thing?'</em>Fiona's lips touched to her nose then in a gentle kiss that carried a smile with it. Lorraine returned the smile shyly. Again there was mention of asking, and such a thing seemed so far beyond Lorraine.. Did a man ask his wife for pleasure? Did a woman ask her husband? Surely not... And then, who was she to say... And what would she do if her husband asked her once she had made the vows.<br/><br/>Fiona's fingers closed around Lorraine's chin and Lorraine's brown eyes found Fiona's again. The words, while commanding, were a comfort to her. No misunderstandings. No shadows of doubt. Lorraine would ask for anything that they might share. "I do understand, Miss. It is my suspicion you lay such rules for my protection, and for your own. How though... Does one ask for such a thing... in words?" Her cheeks were nearly scarlet now with embarrassment. What a sheltered woman Fiona must see her to be.<br/><br/>"I mean, in simple words. Of course." She answered herself, wishing not to seem quite so simple as she felt she must. "I do understand, Miss Fiona." The fingers of one hand gently threaded into the hair at the nape of Fiona's neck while the fingers of her other hand continued to tenderly brush Fiona's side.