Tavris shivers at the skim of that hand over her torso, nearly jumping out of her skin at the way Charlotte manhandles her lingerie. "I--yes," she admits shamefully. "I haven't--haven't been able to buy new ones." The apology dies on her lips as she's beckoned forward, and she comes closer, eyes wide and lashes trembling with expectation. There's still the lingering threat of pain, still the ache and the redness on the plump cheeks of her ass from her caning earlier, and though it seems so incredibly wrong, Tavris finds herself half-wanting more of the same.