Akamir frowned. "What?"
The girl smiled and slowly raised her hand to unbutton her dress.
"Let me return the favor."
He leaned back on the chair, staring at her. "Are you doing this on purpose?"
The smile on her face didn't change. "Whatever you might think."
Her dress loosened slightly, the high collar parting to reveal the delicate curve of her collarbone.
The fabric slid off her shoulders, pooling at her elbows before she let it fall completely.
Only her bra remained, a pale contrast against her milky skin.
She stepped closer, smooth and confident, then straddled Akamir without asking.
Akamir didn't move as he kept on staring at her.
Inara's fingers traced the collar of his shirt lazily, nails dragging just enough to make him feel it.
"You're offering a kingdom," she said softly, leaning in close enough that her breath touched his ear, "but I wonder what part of me you're really after."
Akamir raised an eyebrow, lips twitching. "Do you really need to ask?"
