After the momentary hesitation her social protocols demanded, Ami stepped forward and unlaced the other combat boot.  "It already looks delightful," she murmured, sliding the boot off and dropping it to the deck.  Soft silicon-skinned fingers caressed her calf as she worked the utilitarian grey sock off.  "But yes, I think it can get even better."  Her thumb caressed the ball of Eris' foot, allowing the carbon fiber nail to gently scrape her sole.  Eris squirmed just a little from that, most likely a combination of tickling and arousal, and Ami licked her lips at the way it made the woman's body move.  "But you must be uncomfortable, being the least dressed of the three of us.  And," she added with a wink, "my social programming doesn't permit me to allow you to be uncomfortable."<br/><br/>She stepped back, undoing her hunter green blazer and making a show of shrugging it off, rotating first one shoulder and then the other as it slid from her shoulders and fell to the floor.  Her fingers traced the synthetic leather of her belt and explored slowly over the cream blouse that concealed her abdomen and breasts.  It was hard to tell, but her body language gave the impression of her flat black eyes glancing from Butch to Eris and back before she undid the first tiny button of her blouse.  "This takes time," she murmured, stroking her slowly exposing cleavage with on finger as she undid the second button.  "Would it make you more comfortable to help me?"<br/><br/>As she made the offer she took a step back, deliberately resting her rear on the counter between Eris' spread legs without taking her eyes off Butch.  "Either or both of you?"