[When the retort she was waiting for doesn't come, she gets exasperated.]
Oh, for goodness' sake.
[Abruptly she stands and, with a bit of wriggling, manages to tug down the zipper on her dress and shrug out of the sleeves so it falls to pool around her feet. Her stockings turn out to be thigh-high, held up by a sheer lace garter belt that overlays matching knickers. No bra because the dress had a sort of built-in one, and she's happy to go without.
And then she just stares at him.
This isn't about intimidation as it was when they first met. Rather, she stands there half-dressed with a hand on her hip and a look that says Well? Get over it.]
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Oh, for goodness' sake.
[Abruptly she stands and, with a bit of wriggling, manages to tug down the zipper on her dress and shrug out of the sleeves so it falls to pool around her feet. Her stockings turn out to be thigh-high, held up by a sheer lace garter belt that overlays matching knickers. No bra because the dress had a sort of built-in one, and she's happy to go without.
And then she just stares at him.
This isn't about intimidation as it was when they first met. Rather, she stands there half-dressed with a hand on her hip and a look that says Well? Get over it.]