Jaroslav lifted the lighter out of his pocket and lit his cigarette,  he watched her as he did this, seeing her undress and toss her clothing, he smiled at her body, she didn't seem uncomfortable about it, and that was a good thing in this occupation; he also enjoyed how her body was proportioned, he was studying her, but he tried to make it more of admiration than scrutinizing an object.<br/><br/>“No, it's fine, keep them on.” He said softly.<br/><br/>Standing up and walking over to her, he stood in front of her as he looked from her hair and traveled downwards, he was still observing her as he walked around her. He lifted his hands once he was in front of her again, and his hands hovered over her shoulders and chest, it was as if he seemed to be measuring something, he didn't touch her, just brushed his hands over the space above her; her skin was luminous as it seemed to glow onto his gloves. He bent down to hover his hands over her waist and rear, going down to her thighs, and stopping at her calves; he looked up at her, rubbing his tongue against the butt of his cigarette. Not saying anything, he stood, tacking a slow drag and blowing out the toxins, and walked over to the bed, he lifted her discarded clothing, his thumbs rubbed against the material to feel them, even though the elastic completely blocked the touch.<br/><br/>“Now...” He started turning back around to her, he tossed her the panties first, “Place them back on.” He said, taking a seat on the bed, laying the rest of her clothing on his lap, “And slowly, this time.” He smirked, ready to toss her the rest of her clothing when she needed it.