As the shape moved slowly, sinuously, across the room, the moonlight lit her from behind. Squinting, he became aware that she was only wearing a satin vest and French knickers.
“Astra? Did you…?”
“Shhh,” came the response as the figure mounted the bed, crawling catlike on all fours until she was level with his face. With a soft giggle, she rubbed her nose against his.
“Thought you might be still awake.”