Vi moans lightly, muffled at the back of her throat but her proximity to Cait's ears means she'll hear it. She enjoys having her hair played with, and grins as she feels the encouraging pull of where Cait wants her to go. She's easily persuaded of course.

She presses her lips to Cait's collarbone and moves a marked trail down her chest, no hesitation or signal she's going anywhere else but to her breasts. Her lips sink into the soft tops of them, feeling her chin scratch lace. She moves her hands to Cait's back, looking for the break in fabric that means a clasp or a tie of some kind, and then finds herself fumbling finding either. The fabric feels all 1 piece straight across, and she tugs and pulls and prods, looking for the easily exploitable opening she's used to finding. She pulls back and tries to peek behind Cait. "Is this a pullover?"