Ares went to an armchair and sat down, his drink in his hand. He looked her over in silence, trying to decide what he was going to do with her. He’d asked for the latex, and she looked hot in it, but it didn’t allow for much movement. He let the silence hang for a little too long to be comfortable before he spoke.
“Strip,” he said, jerking his chin up. “Slowly.” The ice cubes in his glass rattled as he sipped, and he sat back a little more, feet wide apart.