Rias released her and collected the phone. Automatic cloud storage was active. She disabled it, disconnected the device from the house network, and moved the camera folder behind a separate password.
"The phone stays with me tonight," she said.
Elisebeth pouted. "But they're my tits."
"And this is my damage control. Turn toward the window."
Elisebeth shifted until the evening light fell across her skin. It caught the upper curve of one breast while the valley between them deepened into shadow. The robe slid down one shoulder, exposing almost everything except the nipple, which remained hidden behind a narrow strip of red silk.
Rias raised the phone, then stopped. "Your hair is covering half your face."
"Oh. Right."
Elisebeth swept it back and arranged several strands across her chest. A few golden curls disappeared into her cleavage.
"How about this?"
"It looks deliberate."
"It is deliberate."
"That's the problem."
