Heavy canvas pants, softer shirt, natural fibers. Something in his hair.
His hands were, lightly callused. Not a farmer, but not pampered, either. She let him explore her mouth while letting her hands brushed down his neck, to his shoulders. Yes, definitely natural fibers, and thin rays of not-light piercing her palms and feeding her.
High saturation. She estimated he'd be, profitable and tasty for the next six months. Merely tasty after that.