Kira noted what he could about Delphina's room and her personal effects before a more pressing source of stimuli snared his attention...and caused the space in his pants to become tight. He might have made the observation that she had packed light on her journey up here to the Seattle Metroplex, but really as her hand started rubbing against his crotch, what else was he was suppose to be focusing on thinking about?<br/><br/>"Seems like you're eager to begin," Kira smirked. "And who am I to keep a lady waiting?" He glanced for a brief moment at Docca to see what the Latina was doing before he turned his full attention back to the southern gal before him. "Any personal rules you have before we begin? As a gentleman I would never want to do anything against a lady's rules."<br/><br/>Kira would listen to what Delphina had to say, if she did have some boundaries that she would like to list, if any. He'd then take his overcoat off and then his shirt underneath that. Delphina had already found the size of his junk more than acceptable, he'd figure she should get to see a little bit more first. Once he had his torso and up exposed, Kira would reach forward and slid the top of Delphina's dress down, assuming no objects and slide it over her breasts to expose them in all their lovely southern-born glory.