Apart from her dress all that Charli was wearing was a light jacket which she hadn't bothered doing up. The night was warm enough that she didn't need anything else. I slipped the jacket off her shoulders and started pulling it down her arms.

Charli was all, "What? What? What are you doing?" A silly question when it was pretty obvious what I was doing. I tossed the jacket onto the table and started lifting her dress. From what I could see it was just one that you hauled over your head. No buttons or zips, just a simple shift type of dress, something that wouldn't be hurt if the...