Kahlil felt the heat of his gaze, as if she were already nude, and she suddenly knew what she needed to do.  The drow desired her, and she would use it to her own benefit, perhaps gaining some pleasure in the meantime.<br/><br/>Her eyes rested on his, watching where his eyes would linger as she began to lift it slowly, teasingly.  It might have seemed reluctant cooperation but in truth she was simply wanting to know how much of an effect she was having on him.  Gradually the shirt lifted, not so slow that impatience might take over, but slow enough so that she hoped he might anticipate the view of her body.  She realized that he'd already seen her naked, but perhaps it was pleasing enough to him that he would gladly see her on display once more.<br/><br/>The hem rose over her hips, and the light was such that there was but shadow on the bare flesh between her legs.  Then came sight of the taut belly and accented ribcage as her arms raised with the shirt.  Eventually her breasts came into view, though by now Kahlil couldn't see his face with the silk in her way, and her hard nipples were standing nearly straight up with her stretching.  Slim shoulders, slender throat, and finally her face in view once more as the shirt was removed.  Her gaze fell on his face once more, and her hands released the shirt, letting it flutter to the ground.<br/><br/>She was surprised to find that her breasts were heaving slightly with quick, anticipatory breaths.  Had she actually been aroused by her own display to this hard-hearted male?  Her lips parted and she wet them quickly with the tip of her tongue before taking a step toward him, then another, and another, until she stood in front of him in all of her naked glory.<br/><br/>Her voice was hoarse as she spoke, low and soft, embarrassed by her own reaction.  "Was that willing enough for you?"