In the dim light of the staircase, the blonde's red dress clings to her curves like a second skin. She runs her hands over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples through the fabric. The brunette's eyes follow every movement, her heart pounding in her chest. The blonde reaches the bottom, turning to face her, her eyes filled with desire. She reaches up, tracing the brunette's lips with her finger, then slips it into her mouth. The brunette sucks, her tongue swirling around the digit. The blonde pulls it out, a string of saliva connecting them, and uses it to point to the staircase. "Your turn," she whispers, her voice husky with lust. The brunette smiles, her hands going to her blouse, slowly unbuttoning it, her eyes never leaving the blonde's.