Maryanne shrugged slightly. It wasn't as if it wasn't a fixable situation. Curling her fingers into the hem of the shirt she lifted it up over head and let the soft cotton meet the floor unceremoniously. Exposing a simple soft cotton, black push up bra.
The shorts were a little more difficult. As they were tighter, but with a flick of a button, and the easy slide of the zipper. Her thumbs tucked in and pushed, with a little wiggle. Leaving her in the bra, a pair of black lacy boy shorts, and the fishnet stockings. Quirking a brow at the man beside her. "Better?"