Laurin *gasped* at the feel of Balfor's hands in anticipation, guaging by it and the daring way he'd brought her up to the room the wild night she was in for. She leaned into them, practically begging him to *squeeze* harder, but to no avail.<br/><br/>Turning with a smirk to judge him, Laurin nodded with an approving giggle. "That will do, Balfor. That will definately do."<br/><br/>His presence restored, she leaned into him once more. Her head pressed into his chest as she strained to look into the man's eyes. Her body vibrated with a soft moan as she felt his hands through the only protection her flesh had. Reaching up, she traced the length of his arms with dainty fingers. "It unties at the front," she cooed at him as she guided his hands to the simple knot that held the garment in place. "Loosen it like a boot strap." Her lower garment was much less elaborate by comparison, simple knots at either hip seemed to be the only think preventing them from being tugged away.