As they entered his sumptuous suite, Silvia abruptly sensed that she was singularly unprepared for whatever would now inevitably take place. She realized, with a strange, absurd sense of elation, that as the result of her criminal trespass, she wouldn’t ever be able to get back to the Realm and that she was totally at Tannhäuser’s mercy.
He lost no time in roughly pushing her against the wall and greedily trying to kiss her. She held him off with surprising strength while he ineffectually attempted to undress her, but the Victorian challenges of her accoutrement proved far too great a labyrinthine challenge.
Then the fabric of her dress proved to be of such exquisite quality that it resisted his exasperated attempt at summarily tearing it off.
Silvia, with a sigh, unexpectedly stepped away from him and deftly disrobed until she stood before him clad only in a flimsy chemise, a garter belt, and silk stockings.