(whispers)Okay...well then...if it's okay with you, I could...um...take off my shirt and crop top too? Maybe put them aside for now. Just to see how it feels.

Okay...(slowly, Layla unties the sash at her waist, then pulls off the crop top, revealing her perky breasts to jacob.) There we go. That feels a little better. So...um...what do you want to do now? I mean, about dinner and everything...