Temptation filled Effy at the prospect of laying in bed with Gin all day, knowing well that 'laying' would turn into so much more. She sighed as she affectionately ruffled his still damp hair. "You know I can't miss a private showing. Besides, Samual bought me a new costume for tonight. It's darling." She said as she continued to run her fingers through his hair, gently working through the tangles that she encountered. Her soft blue eyes pleaded with him to join her on the bed. She wanted to hold him, to bury her face where his neck and shoulder met.
 
"I should get out of these wet clothes," Effy muttered, mostly to herself. She rolled onto her back and began to wiggle out of her high waisted shorts and black bandeau. The items of clothing fought well, clinging her body for dear life. With a flick of her wrist the wet clothes were flying through the air, meeting the white washed wall with a wet thump. She watched in semi-amusement as they slowly slid to the floor. 

Turning back to Gin, she smirked. For what felt like the millionth time, he was more clothed than she was. But, she guessed that came with the territory of removing your clothes for a living and having an outside, intimate relationship with one of your regulars.