It seemed both strange and right to have the clothing slowly removed. Outsiders would probably not know what to make of such an interaction; it was partially done with a sort of subjugation and yet there was no denying the energy and desire that crackled in the air once it began, as if the ancient ritual was started by this act alone (and in all technicalities it was).
Her arms lifted to allow the worn shirt raise from her arms, the skin of her stomach and breasts almost glowing in their paleness. They dropped slowly, with a sort of elegance as her eyes remained on Demeter, feet carefully stepping out of the skirts as they pooled at her ankles.
She stood naked for a moment in just her underwear, the only undergarments she had left were the small cotton pair of panties she still had on. Despoina gave a small smile and reached out to run her hands gently over the curve of her mother's cheeks, unfamiliar skin beneath them.