[ He lets his teeth rake across Olivine’s throat and gives one last playful tug on his nipples before straightening and pulling back. Glancing around the dressing room for something he can work with, he spots the long bench set over in front of the mirror and his lips curve into a grin.

Yes, that should work nicely. ]

Get up and strip for me, Olivine. I want you naked, and then I want you to go bend over that bench. End to end, so you’re stretched out over the length of it. And facing the mirror. [ He adds that last part with a wink, already straightening to unbutton his own shirt and start stripping it off. ]