Apparently it's not taking long for Dean, either. Nadine lets out a throaty, delighted laugh as she reaches between them to help with the corset.

"It has buttons in the front," she explains, popping them deftly. As amusing as it would be to let him struggle with the complicated ties in back, she'd much rather have the thing off. She doubts there's going to be extended foreplay, not with how worked up they are already. This is frantic and frenzied, a quick sprint rather than a well paced marathon.

It only takes a moment for Nadine to divest herself of her corset, letting it fall open and away to leave her in only the lace falls of her skirt, barely covering anything bunched around her hips as it is. Her mind flashes to old westerns, and saloon girls in bustled lace.

"And you are way too overdressed right now."