[Her first thought is, obviously: SKEET ULRICH? There isn't really a second thought; Jem's already volunteered. They bring her out in her little silk robe and tell her someone has already stepped up. The demonstration has no set theme beyond volunteers choice. She's already given blanket consent, and nothing here is anything she explicitly said no to.
There's a thing that looks like a chair; something she can lay down against, but keeps her thighs lifted, legs splayed. Before she goes to it, gives FP a little smile, says, quietly: ] You're new, right? I'm Jem.
[The more of these she does, the less anxiety she feels about taking the robe off. This time she's at least not entirely naked; a slip of lingerie is visible when she undoes the robe and turns to lean into him, voice still quiet:] Is there anything you don't particularly like? Like, names? Any of the stuff on the table?
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There's a thing that looks like a chair; something she can lay down against, but keeps her thighs lifted, legs splayed. Before she goes to it, gives FP a little smile, says, quietly: ] You're new, right? I'm Jem.
[The more of these she does, the less anxiety she feels about taking the robe off. This time she's at least not entirely naked; a slip of lingerie is visible when she undoes the robe and turns to lean into him, voice still quiet:] Is there anything you don't particularly like? Like, names? Any of the stuff on the table?