The pickings were pretty slim in that regard. As far as horizontal surfaces went, there was really just her writing desk (rarely used for its intended purpose) off to one side. Aside from the coffee table, which was both very low as well as flimsy as hell by the look of it.

But of course, there were several spots of available wall space.

She shimmied her way out of the jeans. Still left her underwear on, though. He might want to do those honours, see. (She was also leering at him, because of course she was.)