Leuce suddenly felt confined in the dress she had chosen specifically for how artistically it wound in the back. She knew how to behave in a court, the proper manners and polite things to say. Now she had to move on instinct, since she wasn't exactly trained or taught how to behave when you were kissing a handsome man with a pretty good idea of what was to come. She undid buttons as quickly as she could, trying not to fumble until she felt the contours of muscle beneath her fingers where the fabric separated to reveal his chest. Leuce found she was smiling against his mouth, letting out a small giggle before kissing him once more, using a free hand to assist in the loosening of the corset that bound her figure.