[ Good lord, he's doing it. Lottie mutes her mic to externally freak out about it, and smoothly unmutes herself when she's formulated a proper response - it's right between the bit about running his hands down her (hopefully human) body, and the part where he says he hopes she will let him. She especially likes that, just the insinuation of power, the trust. He wants her guidance and he wants her approval, and Lottie keens at that. Lets out a shuddery little breath, because it hits her particularly hard and she's a little more wet, and little more eager to send these photos.

So, she does. It's two: a full length photo of Lottie sporting the easiest corset one woman can tie by herself, a thong, her garter and stockings. Her pretty lavender heels are discarded by the second, mostly because she's positioned herself on her bed, lounging easy on her blankets. Her corset is unlaced ever so slightly, breasts purposely obscured by her hair. ]

..How long do you think you'll obsess over these pics? If you're honest, I'll let you unwrap me. You can touch me anywhere.