"I don't want to lose you to them because I'm too timid to step up."
With a sudden, decisive motion, Eleanor sat up in the bed facing him. Then her hands went to the knot of her gown, and she spoke decisively.
"I love you, Reinhardt".
With that, she untied the knot. The silken fabric loosened; no, peeled off with a seductive slide.
It fell off her shoulders and pooled on the bed. She let him see her completely.
Reinhardt gazed at the masterpiece that Eleanor was. Soft curves and pale, flawless skin, her breasts were full, pert, with nipples already hardened into tight, rosy peaks in arousal and nervousness.
Her waist was narrow, her hips generous. The crimson streaks in her hair seemed to echo the blush that spread across her chest, down her stomach.
Eleanor sat there, naked, her hands resting on her thighs, her head held high even as her entire body trembled. She was offering herself as a sign of her love and trust.
