[They were less than presentable to begin with. Replacing the shreds with holes and hands is doing those ruined clothes a favor. Underneath, Nemesis doesn't seem to be wearing anything but a thin pendant on a silver chain. Her skin pebbles under Aliza's touch, and she arches closer, pushing into Aliza's touch as though she might die without it.

She attempts to give as good as she gets, though the laces and buckles seem to require more attention than quick fumbles in an elevator generally allows. Which doesn't stop her from curling her good fingers more firmly, first down the center line of Aliza's panties, then carefully making their way beneath the fabric.

...There could be a murder happening and it wouldn't distract Nemesis from the soft heat of Aliza's lower lips, sorry,]