It wasn't like Seivarden hadn't encountered hidden weapons when undressing someone before, although usually not in the quantity that Rosa preferred to carry around.

She paused, watching that reaction, not bothering to hold back a pleasant shiver before pulling away her hand. She knelt between Rosa's legs and began to slowly remove her gloves.

Seivarden knew she could do that well. She had had lovers react to it the way Rosa just had to having a hand run up on the inside on her thigh.