She lay there, sheets barely covering her. Her long legs in view casually, mindlessly fiddling with her thigh garter. Like a doe relaxing in a field of flowers. I felt a growl bubble in my throat. If Galaxy wants to be the doe, I'll be the wolf.
I suspect that Kahlila wears something like this under the bustled Steampunk outfits she favours for our trips off. She always seems to have the right spanner for the job. <<<< Probably my character Perri.