He was gaping, and it was exactly the reaction Natasha had been hoping for. She had slicked her hair back severely with her comb, so it did not hide a single inch of the skin she displayed, at least not in the front. She had other outfits of course, the more obvious black numbers that were more leather than lace, but this one was special for him, only for him, and nothing like anything she had worn in the past for any reason.

When he finally spoke she could feel herself getting wet again just from his voice, from the proof of just what she did to him... though there was certainly some visual proof as well that his towel did little to cover.

“I take it you like what you see?” she said with a flirty smirk. “And you know, we can always work around it...” Turning slowly to reveal the back, and the fact that the panties left even less to the imagination from behind, she ran one fingertip along the waistband to where the two strings connected at the very back. “Although you know I’ve always been a bit inventive.” If he looked a little closer he would find a tiny snap she had altered in that would allow him to get the panties out of the way without having to remove the garters, if he so chose.