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The dress hooks were hidden behind a panel of cloth. Hungary unhitched them one by one, unhurriedly, letting her thumb bump gently over the contours of Taiwan's spine, then slid the dress from her shoulders.
"No bra?" said Hungary, smiling through the dimness.
Taiwan stepped out from the dress puddled at her feet. "There's not much to cover up. My brother calls me an airplane runway."
"Airplane-- ah." Hungary laughed and turned Taiwan around to face her. "And such a prettily shaped 'runway' too? Here, get my buttons."
She rolled her eyes, smiling, and reached out to begin unbuttoning Hungary -- "Flatterer." At the fourth button, she could see for certain, even in the faded light, that the other woman was equally bare under her blouse. "Now you don't have my excuse for going without," she said. Tentatively, she traced the curve of one breast with her right hand as her left continued with its task.
"I punish any unwelcome stare or comment, and everyone at the meeting knew that," Hungary said lazily. "Some from experience." Taiwan had automatically drawn her hands back at this and averted her gaze before even fully processing the first sentence, but Hungary tutted and pulled her closer. "Unwelcome, I said!"
She kissed her.
They weren't sure who had finished undressing whom, afterwards, but it didn't quite seem to matter.