"Thank you," she quipped, carefully pulling on the shirt. She'd torn most of the buttons off, but there was enough to cover her chest more or less, at least. Elle stood on tired legs, ignoring the tightness and ache of her muscles as she pulled her panties on, and then her jeans. Only as she slipped into her heels--she wished she had sneakers--did she bother to flip up the shirttails, her eyes falling on the bruises reaching down past the hem of her pants.

Maybe not against the floor next time.