"Well, Gabriella," you say, moving your head back-and-forth slightly so you are sometimes looking into her eyes, and sometimes whispering in her ear, "I wonder just how true that really is."
"What do you mean, Robert?" she asks.
"Well," you answer, "it seems you are well-prepared on your lower body, with your panties, and garters, and who knows what all else. However, you made the choice to not wear a bra at all, or anything else covering your breasts, besides this jacket," you add, pushing the edge of her jacket again with your hand.
"Obviously, I know nothing of that sort of thing myself," you tell her, "but I would guess that the jacket is largely meant for covering your chest, same as the bra would be. Am I right?"
She cries again slightly, and nods.
"Well then, I'd say you make a choice, right here, right now: All or nothing?", you tell her.
"What do you mean, Robert?" she asks again.
"Simple," you tell her. "Either find a bra you can wear within the next five minutes, or leave this office with me holding onto your jacket."
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