( that was the beauty of spike— either people were charmed by his lazy, casual way of moving between words and situations or they hated him for it. seeing as how the woman before him seemed all but angered by his demeanor, it gave him all the motivation he needed to continue on being an absolute menace.

at her command, he watched as she moved and turned her back towards him. it had been a long time since he had even touched another woman, the death of the lover who betrayed him feeling so close by and yet so far. in spite of all of his emotional hang ups though, he only hesitated for a moment before he moved forward and gripped the edge of the zipper with his thumb and index, pulling it down—

until it got stuck midway through. )

Huh....must be damaged or caught on something. Can you still slip out of it? Otherwise....I suppose I could just rip this dress off. Not like you're attached to any of the clothing here, are you?