A long, silver chain hung down her back, fastened to a thin, razor-tipped blade at the end. She unfastened that from around her throat and let it puddle to the floor. The bra fell next, leaving her back bare from the waist up, landing with a thump that suggested there was more than fabric hiding there.

And then her hands slid down, down, down to where her underwear rested on her hips. Also black and thin, a filmy whisper of fabric between him and her most secret flesh.