Isabelle considered arguing.

But sometimes it was much more fun to skip that. So she smirked at him, as her hands went down to undo her very nice jeans. Those ended up on the floor quickly enough. Next, she undid her bra underneath his shirt, and dropped that on the floor.

And then she turned around. Pulled the shirt off and gave him a nice view of her black hair falling against her bare, pale back. She gave him a smirk over her shoulder.