'Clothed,' barely. Though she had the foresight to put on a dress, at least, so this was slightly less anticlimactic. And of course she wore nothing underneath the floral printed fabric.

Once he was on his knees, hands on her thighs, Night Sky pulled back, finger still hooked in the ring of his collar, applying just a little bit of pressure when she pulled lightly on it. She sat back in the chair, spread her legs a little wider, the skirt of her dress bunching at her hips.

"Take your time, baby." She said softly, releasing his collar to brush through his hair.