Oh, I was planning on removing all of that wrap personally. I think it'll be more fun that way.

[There's a glint in his eye, mischievous and chaotic, looking forward to finally being able to see her full body with nothing obstructing it. Her own words are already working up the creative part of his mind, egging him on to indulge in her to his heart's content. Tartaglia will happily walk with her into one such washing area, especially glad now that they have the entire place to themselves.

Once inside, he turns to her, slipping an arm around the small of her back to press his hips to hers, all the while letting his other hand meander up towards her kimono. Childe hooks a finger inside of the fabric around her shoulder, looking down at it as he slips it right off.

Leaning down, he begins to pepper kisses against the crook of her neck, his hand snaking to the back to work on the obi around her waist. Except it's not so simple, given the giant rope attached to the back. He pulls back, giving her an apologetic look...ah, this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought.]

You don't mind turning around, do you...

[Time to deal with complicated outfits, thanks mhy]