Grelle's eyes glitter as they rake over your frame, assessing every inch of you. Her lashes bat prettily behind her glasses and she taps her cheek idly. "Something's missing," she hums coolly and slowly starts to circle you, seeking out what she's misplaced.

Being under the microscope of her gaze is both nerve-wracking and exhilarating, Grelle isn't simply looking at you to fix your already perfect outfit. There's a tension between you, playful and flirty and... special. And oh does it make her want to toy with you.

"Gloves!" She finally cheers and she moves with fluid ease, collecting a silk pair from the dresser. Grelle's slender fingers gently stroke over your soft skin as she slides the fabric onto your hands, a sultry smirk on her lips. She leans forward, the scent of her rose perfume filling your senses and she taps your nose lightly. "Perfection."