With underwear

"Underwear," you blurt out, the word a stark contrast to the sensuality of the moment. You wince internally, hating the way your voice sounds so...tame.

Lulu's laughter hangs in the air, a touch lighter than before. "Underwear, huh?" she asks, a playful lilt to her voice. "Are you sure, babe? This dress practically begs to be experienced in all its glory."

You hear the rustle of fabric as she takes a slow step towards you. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor is punctuated by the soft sigh that escapes her lips. Then, you feel the warmth of her body pressing against yours as she lowers herself onto your lap.

She straddles you, her bare legs framing your torso like a delicious invitation. The heat radiating from her skin ignites a fire within you. You can practically feel the soft fabric of the dress brushing against your cage, a tantalizing tease of what lies beneath.

"So," she whispers, her breath warm against your ear, she playfully runs her fingers through your hair.

"Still think underwear is a good idea?" she asks, her voice a husky murmur. "It's still your choice, babe. Do you want me to wear underwear or no?"

Her question hangs in the air, a challenge laced with a hint of feigned vulnerability. Despite the blindfold, your heightened senses pick up on the subtle changes - the way her grip tightens on your hair, the hitch in her breath. Erasing any lingering doubts.