"Yes," she said, pulling the dress down so the full, draping skirt of it gathered on the floor. It was fitted from the bust to the tops of her thighs where it began to loosen and spread out in wide pleats. She ran her hands down over her ribs, looking it over, then turned her face to Jamie.

"Insert shock and dismay at your rifling through my things here. Just don't touch that cylinder." She went back to the armoire and knelt, pulling out a pair of furred, dark chocolate leather boots that went to mid calf, and started to step into them.