Blue seemed unable to look away, eyes flicking up and down your body as you moved closer. From the muscle to one scar or another, then came the bulge his boxers hid and she was transfixed. Her blush rose and she pulled her eyes away to meet his, searching, seemingly for some sort of trick or deception, only to find the confused earnestness. Finally, she looked aside with an awkward cough. "I uhh, what me? No, of course, I do, everyone does right?" With entirely feigned confidence as she glanced at him again. "Just uhh, always in private before."
Almost feeling peer pressured into it and feeling awkward standing there fully dressed, she too began to disrobe. She slipped off her shirt, revealing the smooth youthful skin beneath and the modest baby blue bra keeping her generous bust in check. She was quite the contrast to you, no hard muscle or scars from a life on the street, no definition hardened by prison. She was soft and pampered and delicate.
After setting aside her shirt, the skirt went next, revealing matching panties and the perky rear he'd spied through the skirt before. She paused on going further right now, standing in underwear and her thigh high socks, cheeks practically pink. She watched you as if waiting for some cue from you.