With Brad in line, practically dancing with the need for it to move faster, you look around and realize there's a few people staring at you. Glancing down you can see why. Almost your entire chest is exposed, even part of your aureola.
The modest young lady in you wants to blush in horror and yank the shirt closed, followed by covering up completely. But the stripper wouldn't do that. Well, she might in the early parts of the film. But she no doubt learns to use her body against men.
Pondering the complexities of character you put your elbows on the table. It doesn't exactly cover you up but it does block the oglers view enough that they start to lose interest.
What else would a secretary turned stripper do in a situation like this? You smile and wink at Brad when he looks over, unfolding your arms to give him a view of your chest. With your elbows on the table but your hands on your cheeks it frames your breasts so that only he has a clear view of them. Well, him and the guy beside him.
Your mind goes back to the stripper. She used to work in an office, just like Brad does. It isn't inconceivable that after she was fired she tried to use her wiles to get back in, is it? Maybe that's the angle you should be playing with here. Well if that's the case she's probably either freshly fired or trying to get out of the stripper gig. Given your behaviour you'd probably be best off playing the experienced stripper card.
So thinking you lean over to pick up your bag, looking for your make-up. A stripper has to be made-up, right? Inspecting yourself first you decide you're in dire need of extra make-up and begin to apply it using a small compact. Red lipstick, darker makeup, you do what you can with your limited resources to make yourself more like the character.
It's only as you're putting the makeup away that you realize leaning open parted your shirt entirely, baring your breasts completely to those who could see you. |