[There's a bra. A bit tattered as the rest of Your Name's clothes but easily removable. Whether by the latch behind her, or just pushing the cups up.]

...Can't help it.

[The muscle is attractive. The scars are intriguing. Your Name can't help but be curious enough to try to slip her own hands down to paw at Ogre's chest. Whether it's through a sleeve of her top or right down it. At the same time, intimate kisses are pressed to her lips.]