While not having the same smooth confidence of practice, Devi is quick at unbuttoning and unzipping him. Any other chance to touch was broken by the urging of fabric up her chest and it too was quickly pulled over her head and tossed to the side. It would give him a good look. She was unmarked, having never had children or dramatic weight changes and shapely in her subtle way. There was only one flaw; an inch and a half scar on the front of her shoulder.

She didn't bother to wait for assistance with the black bra that did little to hide her, hands twisting up behind her back as she expertly pops the latches. The scrap is pulled off, more slowly then either of their shirts, but is just as quickly discarded once it's off.