Nadine shudders a little in pleasure and lets out a small sigh as Dean's teeth just barely bite at her skin. She grips tightly at him, head tipped back and breasts swelling over the top of her snugly cinched corset with each breath she takes.

There's no slow build up for her, no creeping growing of arousal. It only takes a few moments and her blood is boiling and skin flushing. Shamelessly, she rubs against him, rocking her hips and pulling him against her with her legs. The lacy fall of her skirts is nearly all the way up, folds of it trapped between them and draping over the table. The contrast of pale skin and black lace is a stark one, purposefully chosen.

She knows she looks good in black.