The Pack's Dragon
She wished Niarthen hadn’t stripped off her underwear as even that small covering would have been better than nothing.
As Niarthen released her hand in order to embrace the woman, both seeming unbothered by his bareness or the skimpiness of her clothing, Lyric worked the mess of her brain free and shook out her hair. It was not quite long enough to cover her breasts and stuck to her skin wet, but it was the best she could do.
Niarthen and the woman talked rapidly in their language, with many hand gestures, and then the woman cupped Lyric’s cheek talking excitedly, her expression bright and enthusiastic.