"Thank you," Cait answers, her smile wide and pleased. She drops a quick kiss onto Vi's lips before going about undoing her belt, casting the strip of leather haphazardly to the floor before tending to the fly of her pants.

As she drags the hem of the opened pants down, she studies Vi's face, humming thoughtfully. "You know, it's odd," a tug brings the fabric down to her knees, "How come your name's Violet when you're bright red?"