Doxi enjoyed the kiss, chaste as it was, and licked her lips as the shorter, older woman parted.  Quite a woman, she was... and the idea of the dress... oh... oh that gave her ideas!<br/><br/>"It's not<em>ruined</em>, not entirely." she said, kneeling to gather it all up in her arms, though she'd leave the skirt and ruined diary, respecting her privacy and leaving a reminder simultaneously "Tell you what... how about you wear what you've got on now?  You look lovely as you are, and you're clearly confident in yourself... you'll wear clothes when I say you can, and what clothes I say you can wear, as well as - pardon my lewdness - putting out to me and my crew whenever we please.  Or if you prefer the other option..."<br/><br/>She just shrugged, caught the Matron's eye, and gave her a wink.  The woman likely knew damn well that Doxi wasn't about to kill her and risk losing the gold, and that she was going to help her daughter get cured... yet she was cooperating because she was<em>enjoying</em>this.  Business and pleasure for them both... at least, she hoped that was the case, 'cause if it wasn't... well, Doxi didn't want to think about that for a moment; she needed to drop the clothes off and get to the helm, to drive until her turn with the daughter, and until night set in...