Mercifully he finds the part of her body he's aiming for and not anything significantly more alarming.

What did he expect from the feel of her? This plush velvet under a skirt so thin it's two washes from being transparent? She goes still but for holding onto his collar, to balance as she gazes into the space between their lower halves.

"Oh. Oh, yes, it's dark," she offers absently, but her eyes are on the full-blown erection tenting his pants. His body heat sinks into her cooler skin. She sidles a centimeter to the right so that her thigh brushes past the... issue.