Night Sky having her back pressed to him was a presentation in its own right; his hands could freely wander over much of her body. And they did, starting from her knees and working inwards along her inner thighs.

"Mm, yes, the last collection was yours until you began sharing it. I'd had no part in picking it out."

Just before his hands reached her apex, Aymeric redirected them up her body.

"I have not been in such a store before. I trust you will not mind being my guide," he continued as he began groping her breasts.