[Nemesis can't resist a shudder at Req's purr, shifting her own hips at the sound and the feel of it. With effort, she keeps her voice under control if increasingly breathless, though she brings her hands up Req's sides at a bit faster version of tortuously slow, dancing over the leather and lace.

Up to her armpits and down to her hips, then palms flat up from where her legs meet, over her stomach to cup her breasts, gentle but still with that light tingling buzz over her skin. Tugs lightly at the bow at the neckline and lets the bodice fall open, taking another (mostly) lazy "tummy rub" over her skin]

No scratching so far, Puss?