Caitlyn sinks into the mattress with a deep, shuddering sigh, head tipping back as she gives herself over fully to Vi. She keeps playing with her hair as she touched her, rubbing encouraging circles into her scalp, twirling short locks around her fingers.

Her hips cant obligingly upward at the question, the inside of one thigh rubbing purposefully against Vi's side. "Mm, you can tear them off me, for all I care."