Anna stands. Eva turns her around to face the window, and Anna lets her.

The clasp gives. The lace slides down Anna's arm and disappears.

Anna's face is turned away from you. Eva's isn't.

EvaShe likes an audience.

AnnaSo do you.

Eva's hands are on Anna's hips now, both of them, and neither of them is looking away from the window.

You are close enough to see Anna's shoulders rise, and far enough away to hear nothing at all.