The maid saw the resolve settle on her mistress's face and knew there was no arguing left. She reached for the deep-red gown and pulled it down.
The fabric slid off Nora's shoulders and pooled at her feet in a soft heap. Underneath she wore only black lace lingerie, sheer thigh-high stockings, and glossy black stilettos that caught the low light of the cell.
The maid unclipped the garters one by one, rolled the stockings slowly down those long legs, and removed the bra.
Heavy tits spilled free and settled with their own weight. Nora stepped out of the soaked panties herself.
The lace peeled away from her wet folds with a soft sticky sound that hung in the air for a second. She stood in nothing but the black heels, pussy already glistening, and walked toward Jax without a word.
