Upon hearing Sylvia's words, Timothy looked down at the fastenings on her chest.
The buttons were made of pearls, each about half an inch wide, drilled through and sewn onto the garment by skilled seamstresses. The surface of the pearls was smooth, and with a slight movement from Timothy's hand, the first pearl unfastened.
Being indoors, with Glowstones burning in bronze vessels at the four corners of the room for warmth, Sylvia had not dressed heavily. She was only wearing a thin nightgown lined with soft fleece.
Timothy then undid the second pearl button, and Sylvia's ample bosom could no longer be concealed. The moment Timothy unbuttoned the second fastening, her breasts bounced like soft bunnies, causing the collar of her nightgown to fall to either side. Even the rosy peaks came into Timothy's sight.