Sein's eyes locked onto Andrey's as she adjusted herself on his lap, the silk of her red qipao sliding smoothly against his skin. The fabric was warm, almost liquid, and it clung to every curve of her athletic body. His hands found her waist, his fingers tracing the intricate golden embroidery along the collar.
"This qipao is incredible," he murmured, his voice low and appreciative. "The fabric feels so smooth against your skin…"
Sein's lips curved into a satisfied smile. "Do you like it, Andrey?"
"I love it," he said, his hands sliding down to her hips, feeling the way the silk hugged her curves. "But I think I'd love it even more if I could feel what's underneath."
Sein's breath hitched, a soft, surprised sound escaping her. "You… you want to take it off?"
"Not yet," he said, leaning in to press a kiss to her collarbone, his lips warm against her skin. "I want to enjoy you in it first."
