"Are you kidding? It's all I could think about all month." Caitlyn helpfully raises her arms over her head as her blouse is pulled up, long limbs stretching purposefully atop the mattress to highlight the display. (She's built up far too high to start getting shy.)

It's not the flashiest brassiere, but she finds it quite elegant. It's a white, lacy thing, the patterns reminiscent of floral imagery, with certain sections semi-sheer around her breasts. And there's a cute, lavender bow right in the middle. The bottom half matches, of course, once Vi gets around to exposing it.

"Well?" Cait bites her lower lip through an impish little smile. "Do you like it?"