“Take off your clothes while you dance,” you say.
“What?” Natalie is wide eyed, hands suddenly covering her chest protectively. “I thought I didn’t have to…
“Not until you’re comfortable,” you assure her. “But I just want to see if you can; if you can make it look natural and be comfortable taking off your clothes around people.”
Natalie bites her lip, seriously considering turning you down.
“You wouldn’t have to get naked,” you add. “Just take off as much as you can and stop when it feels uncomfortable.”
She’s silent, staring at the ground for a long moment before she finally looks up at you and nods timidly. She starts again, slower than before. This time her dance is stiffer and more awkward as she attempts to peel off her sundress in between her moves.
It almost feels like a slapstick comedy watching her twist and shuffle and stumble as she tries to figure out how to get her dress off and do ballet at the same time, but it isn’t actually very arousing. Finally she manages to snake one of her arms out of her top and raises it almost triumphantly into the air. She glances at you again as part of her dress falls, revealing an expanse of pale flesh covered by a simple white cotton bra. You’re a bit disappointed that it isn’t something fancier, but it doesn’t bother you too much because it fits with her more innocent character.
She starts twirling around, making a complete circuit around the room before stopping and bends down in front of you. She slowly swoops up, letting her remaining strap roll off her arm before raising them both above her head. The top half of the dress falls away, showing off her modest bra and her flat stomach. She extends one leg out to the side while she bends down with the other, keeping her dress dangling around her waist. She rises, extending her leg to the front before hopping to the side three times. She then starts spinning, slowly at first but then faster and faster. She draws her arms in and raises them over her head while her outstretched leg lowers to the ground. She spins in front of you like a top as her dress finally falls to the floor.
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