Miho might let out a slight whimper, and she certainly shivers as the knife travels down her arm.

"That's not a terribly exact answer."

Her voice is steady. Too steady, perhaps. So she drops the other knife out of it's sheath, and uses it to flip back the edges of the thin gown, smiling in pleasure at the elaborate undergarments beneath.

"I hope you're not too fond of this," she says, severing the ties holding the shoulder-straps to the front of the corset. It should perhaps be pointed out that she's not a complete philistine, and that laces can be replaced.