She pulled the rest of his shirt from his trousers so that it hung off his arms and shoulders - it couldn't be removed due to his binding, and she didn't want to damage such a lovely shirt. She placed more kisses down his chest and stomach until she reached his navel, then looked up at him lasciviously.
"Not anyone you're related to, eh? So, does that mean if one of your brothers shows up to the Honeypot and offers me an outrageous sum for a lap dance, I'm to tell them 'no'?"