[ She doesn't resist, following as obediently as she would on a dance floor. He's right to think that any further encouragement on his part would be a distraction— her own pleasure is just a by product of pleasuring someone else. It barely crosses her mind, though she's well aware that part of the fun is in seeing how she is affected by whoever she's with, the anticipation bubbling inside her, and the way she'll ultimately fall apart.

It's important to make a partner feel sexy and desirable, even with an audience of just one, but especially if there are any bystanders around who might also be considering a tumble with this alluring performer. The way he's teasing her now, she doesn't think she'll have to do much acting, though this pause in the scene feels like a cue for a little extra push. She considers her next move: Biting at her lower lip, she clutches at her dress tighter. Against the backdrop of soft skin and wine red silk, her diamond ring shares the same dangerous glitter as his smile. As she leans in, soft locks of hair brush against his cheek. There's a desperate tremble in her voice, as she whispers ]

Tenshouin-san, please... take me.

[ She probably isn't married to a person. Dreams are rarely literal, but if being able to take something that isn't his, or being someone desirable enough to make her throw away an oath of fidelity adds spice to the scenario, why not? ]