"So."

Kaitlyn swallowed, clutching her blanket tighter around her, turning to follow Iximaz's circling prowl. "So?"

Iximaz reached in, caught a corner of the blanket and tugged it, making Kaitlyn squeak. "So can I see?"

"I don't know..." Kaitlyn did her best to peek inside the blanket without actually opening it. "I look silly."

"I doubt that." This time around, Ix stretched out a leg, stroking her toes up Kaitlyn's stocking-clad calf. "Though if you'd picked a different word starting with S..."

Kaitlyn made a sound halfway between a giggle and a whimper. "But, I mean, there's so much cleavage."

"Kaitlyn." Ix swung to a stop in front of her, facing her across two feet of floor. "You might have missed the fact that most people consider cleavage a good thing."

"Yeah, but this much?" Kaitlyn waved at her front, then hurriedly grabbed the blanket as it started to slip. "I highly doubt it."

Iximaz stepped in, pressed her lips to the shoulder the escaping blanket had left bare. "I promise," she murmured. "Please?"

Kaitlyn squirmed slightly, then sighed and met Iximaz's gaze. "All right." She took a deep breath, loosed her hands, and let the blanket fall.

Iximaz took a step back. A smile touched her lips as she took in the view: Kaitlyn's black thigh-high stockings, the lacy garters holding them in place, the matching lace of her black knickers cutting a shallow angle across her hips, and above it all the corset, purple lace fitted to black, and just as much cleavage as had been promised.

Kaitlyn stood, hands at her sides, barely daring to breathe as Iximaz's gaze took her in. "Well?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "What do you think?"

"Oh, Kaitlyn." Iximaz crossed the distance between them, wrapped her arms around Kaitlyn, and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "You look... perfect."