The exact moment that his trousers pooled on the floor at his ankles, Rodolphus ripped her dressing gown off her frame. Not caring about the state of the garment, he tugged until it was in pieces and on the floor with his own clothes. Her nightgown was easily pulled over her head in one swift motion. Completely naked and entirely exposed, she began having second and third and fourth thoughts about what she was doing. The feel of Rodolphus" hands on her hips and then the way he practically threw her down on top of the bed pushed those thoughts away. It was too late to turn back. She'd made the decision to use what ever talents she had to subdue the man and she had to stick by it. Or leave with nothing.