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Susan's dress, by this point, has fallen away save for one errant button on the skirt. All that's left is her underwear, garter belt, and nylons - plus her half-twisted bra, which digs into the meat of her belly and has her arms lightly constrained in a very interesting way. It's not something she's explored for herself before, and now she's idly wondering why. Not very deeply, of course; Susan has other, more pressing concerns. She pulls Liu Mingyan's hair more sharply, not enough to leverage her mouth away from Susan's chest but enough to show that she's listening, and works her hand fully under the waistband of Liu Mingyan's trousers. Yes, it's as she thought: just warm, soft skin.