"We ought to, yes."

And knowing that Daernerys was nervous, Mrgaery decided the best course of action would be the one to initiate things once more. She stepped away slowly and began undoing the lacings on her dress, until the entire thing fell to her feel and she was left only in her shift.

Margaery smiled and grasped Daenerys' hand, placing it over the swell of her own breast and sighing. "Your touch... feels wonderful," she complimented as she removed hairpins to allow her tresses to fall down completely.