Maketh rolls her shoulders, leaning in for another kiss. She likes that title. It's not one that she's fought for, exactly, but it did involve speaking up. Being true to herself - true to them - at a crucial moment. Rey's hand is warm and solid at her back, an anchor.

Beautiful.

"Good," she murmurs, letting the dress slip off her shoulders. Underneath she still has the strapless bra, but that will come off soon enough. She has a feeling. "May I--?"