Her directness surprised him, and made him feel slightly uncomfortable. He's not sure what she's playing at, but, he only hesitates for a moment before he sheds down to his boxers.
Alia looses herself in her thoughts as she watches him, and it takes her a few moments to snap herself back into the now.
"No. All of it, please." She ordered with a tone of clinical professionalism.
Nivek hesitates.
Recognizing his instant awkwardness, she deletes every stitch of her own clothing, hiding absolutely nothing of her own body from him.
"Does this help?"
She's not flawless, but she is...perfect to him.
"NO.Not.At.All!"
"I'm beginning to see that." she said back to him jokingly, yet maintaining the same clinical tone of voice.
"Time to drop-trou, Mister!"
Nivek takes a second to shake his head and sigh, then pulls his boxies down to his ankles, and then kicks them away. The shorts hit the observation window behind the naked Alia, glitching her avatar briefly as they pass through her.
Her gasp was completely involuntarily. Not at the garment now behind her, but simply at the sight of him.
"Back up a little and give me some room. Ok?"
With the space he gave her, she creates an easel and canvas and begins to paint him, occasionally peeking around the canvas as she uses her brush to fill it with complex mathematical equations.
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