Brea returned the grin. He was direct enough, and she appreciated men like that. They rarely wasted her time. She sidled over to where he was sitting and bent low at the waist so that the loose ends of her bodice strings dangled in front of him, as she rested her palms on his knees. Her voice was low and smoky as she purred. "That didn't take you too long. Be a good man and help me with this, will you? A girl likes to breathe a bit now and then."<br/><br/>Her hand crept teasingly over his thigh as she waited for him to take her up on the invitation to unlace her bodice further, and perhaps more.