[The neckline's easily loosened, given the fact that it's a robe-like top--it hangs loosely on her body as it is, tying closed at the waist and hanging to just at her knees with the aforementioned web-and-leaves design in gold over the field of very subtly shiny black.]

Mmmm, then perhaps a trade is in order, you think? To... [Vague, so-on-and-so-forth type gesture with one hand, finishing her current glass of whatever booze-o-hol she happened to be drinking] Satisfy mutual curiosities?

[Grinning, impish and playful, mischief playing in her piercing blue eyes]