Anne mischevious nips forward to grasp at Gwenevire's finger with her lips, applying a tiny bit of suction on the tip as her tongue flicks at it.  At the same time, she removes both of her hands from Gwenevire's skin, and while the other woman's attention is captured by the interplay of lips and finger, unbuttons the top two buttons from her blouse revealing a simple, soft white cotton bra.<br/><br/>"Like this one?" she says as she lets the finger escape. "It's not really a sports-bra, just a light comfy thing.  If I had known I was going to end up at Court I would have put on something nicer looking, really."  The blouse parts enough for Gwenevire to see almost all of the cups, softly curving over Anne's B-cup breasts until they come together in a front closure.  The bra is an old favorite of Anne's, and has been worn and washed enough that while it is by no means sheer, the darker shade of Anne's aerolae are visible as a shadow beneath the white.  Perhaps much more noticeable are the two points made by her nipples, pressing against the thin material.<br/><br/>Anne's voice is softer again, and a bit breathy. "What do you think?"