There was a slight squirm when Sion's tongue invaded her ear. It wasn't that she didn't like it; it was just that it felt really weird. And wet. But her eyes opened and blinked at the kiss to her forehead.

"...hm?" And then Sion's hands moved to the camisole. "Ah..."

She leaned up enough to make it easier. "Careful not to tear it. This one's a more delicate that the others I wear." Don't tear the shoulder strap.