No, hon. Well, unless you want to. We can commence the topless party right here and now if you want. [She's smirking a bit, her hand deftly moving to her other shoulder strap, which falls down her arm to mirror it's twin. Now there's nothing but sheer willpower holding up her top. She traces a finger along the lacy neckline, still watching Brooke's face with dark brown eyes that seem to see into the soul.] Really they're nothing too impressive. They do make the whole experience a lot more...fun, I will admit. [She's done this a hundred times, and damn she's good at it. But she's going easy on Brooke, slowly; it's not so much a game as a bit of good fun, and she can feel the alcohol having an effect on her calculating mind.

She threads her thumbs against the straps, regretfully having to move her hand from Brooke's thigh, and with a little bite of her bottom lip (which incidentally isn't as sexy as it used to be with her new fangs) she tugs the fabric down. The silky top cascades down off her chest easily, pooling down around her waist; not that anyone is looking there. Unrestrained between them now are her two breasts, both a perfect tear drop, and the colour of dark caramel. They're also both pierced through, bejewelled with a black ring with opalescent beads. She giggles quietly, watching Brooke's face for a reaction.]

It hurt at firts, like getting my tits slammed in the door, but I think the outcome was worth it.