"Only a couple," Sabrina hums in her ear, hardly releasing her. "I'm fine, I promise." She's feeling warm and easy, and despite the possibility of eyes on them, watching, she's also feeling utterly secure.

Sabrina's own hand skims up Rosie's side, and then around to her back, giving the ribbon lacing the bodice a tug. "What a lovely corset you're wearing tonight," she says, warm and pleasant. "I really do love it."