With his hands on her shoulders, she steps out of her shoes and pushes them aside. She's now even more shorter than him, the top of her head just reaching his shoulder.

The dress slips from her body to form a pool of silver at her feet. She pulls his arms around her, pressing his palms to her skin. Pale, smooth, flawless. Slender yet shapely limbs, with a hint of tomboyish sturdiness. Perky breasts that are just the right size and no bigger than Sinric's hands.