Her lips parted watching with interest as Genevieve's hands slipped beneath the scrap of, visibly wet, fabric. Letting out a soft sigh, she ran her fingers up the sole of Genevieve's foot before curling her hand around her ankles and dragging her roughly down the bed so she was more flat on her back- so she was closer to Keira.

"See, I don't think you're correctly marketing yours. Now I-" Keira slid her hands slowly over the outside of Genevieve's leg, knee, thigh before she slipped her thumbs beneath her underwear and yanked them down quickly. "-would want to see what exactly it is you're offering in those five minutes."