Shaylia lips parted<em>just</em>a little as the Baron's tongue flickered across them, not<em>quite</em>hiding an indulgent smirk as she sank to her knees, tipping the brim of her hat in an ironic salute; Her fingers went to the tight neck of her crimson bustier, teasing it open, letting the straps slide down slim shoulders...<br/><br/>She stood there for a moment, letting the Baron's eyes rove up and down her bare front...Her breasts so soft, so inviting, like summery mountains! Shaylia slid her paler hands beneath them, fingers pressing divots in the smooth flesh as she leaned *closer* toward him, one eyebrow arched in challenge...Raising the doubled-handful towards him, in clear anticipation...