[ It's true, she lacks that sort of confidence entirely-- now that she's shed her armor, she's right back to feeling self-conscious. Her hands had been running over the marks left by the corset, but now they've come to rest at her shoulders, absentmindedly covering her chest. She hums, eyes on the discarded mound of clothing, until William speaks again. It commands her attention - and his words make her flush. ]
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I would like that.