Anne lifted one foot to plant her slender boot on the edge of the bed between Gwenevire's legs, and bends to undo its fastening.  This also parts the kilt enough to let Gwenevire see Anne's panties.  They're aren't sexy, just white cotton bikini briefs, but that has its own appeal for some.  "... but did you get a cute young woman instead, or some dour old battleaxe?"  Her words are light, knowing she might be treading close to dangerous territory.