Data's hand roamed back up, taking in every curve and angle and plane that his splayed fingers passed slowly over. He even allowed himself to indulge in the man's pulse as he nibbled his earlobe for a moment.

He forcibly undid the collar of the tunic, pulling back to adopt his best dominant look (he did have something of a role to play, after all). The outfit at least contributed greatly to it, and he undid the next button just as violently.

He was probably going to owe Avon some clothing after this.