[She presses a hand to her cheek, sighing in happiness at the cheerful response, distracted for a moment.]
Your liveliness is so relaxing. I almost feel like I've known you for a lot longer.
[It wasn't like she was particularly shy with her body as long as it was in private, but it was a lot less nervewracking with her than with the men. For one, she doesn't feel threatened by her.
So she moves down, tugging at the belt with her thumbs (stretchable, rather than a clasp) and shimmies it down her body, lifting one leg after another so that she can set it on the wall hook. That act alone allows the toga to fall open-- a particularly flimsy cover, it seems, and exposes her body immediately. At least this time, she manages to get some underwear. ]
You say you're familiar with a lot of outfits. Are you perhaps a dressmaker, or a performer?
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Your liveliness is so relaxing. I almost feel like I've known you for a lot longer.
[It wasn't like she was particularly shy with her body as long as it was in private, but it was a lot less nervewracking with her than with the men. For one, she doesn't feel threatened by her.
So she moves down, tugging at the belt with her thumbs (stretchable, rather than a clasp) and shimmies it down her body, lifting one leg after another so that she can set it on the wall hook. That act alone allows the toga to fall open-- a particularly flimsy cover, it seems, and exposes her body immediately. At least this time, she manages to get some underwear. ]
You say you're familiar with a lot of outfits. Are you perhaps a dressmaker, or a performer?