[Anise kept reading. The sound of her voice in the otherwise quiet house comforts her, just a bit.]

His hands gentle caressed her curves, fingers brushing over the peak of her womanly mounds. Throwing caution to the wind, he bequethed her of her dressing gown. She gasped, shocked by his brazen intrusion upon her tender flesh.

[...Wait, what? Maybe she just has a dirty mind...No way Ion would be reading something like this, right?]