Why not? This is rather fun.

Next Riva bent at the waist to adjust the hem of her dress, the fabric pulling tight across her ass. She lingered in the position, smoothing the silk down over her thighs with both hands, then ran her palms upward along her sides, tracing the narrow waist and the swell of her breasts. Her fingers brushed over her nipples through the layers, sending a spark straight between her legs.

She straightened and continued walking, but kept her pace deliberately slow. Each step made the silk slide against her skin. She could feel the growing heat between her thighs, the slick wetness gathering in her pussy as she imagined their eyes following the sway of her hips. Her nipples stayed tight and sensitive, rubbing against the bodice with every movement.

By the time she turned the corner, her breath had quickened. The slick arousal coated her inner thighs, a warm throb pulsing through her core. She kept her face serene, but the knowledge that the guards were still watching her firm ass as she walked away only made the wetness spread further.