Dora smiled, blushing again as she felt his eyes run her body up and down. It was almost as good as his fingers, to be quite honest. "Well, I'm glad you like it," she said, sheepishly looking down at the bed, red still colouring her cheeks. She scratched her shoulder absently as she got used to the feeling of being exposed in such a different way.
"Sorry," she laughed, letting out a small, unladylike snort. "I've just never seen myself like this. But at least you don't think I look ridiculous. The woman in the shop said it looked fine, but I wasn't sure I believed her. Though she was just trying to sell me something and--" Dora stopped, realising that her stream of words were going to lead to a long string of babble if she didn't stop herself. She bit her lip.
"I don't know what I do to you, but do feel free to tell me," she said. "I think I'm going to enjoy this wife thing."