She blushes, but this time it's the tequila doing it. She tends to turn red when she drinks. She smiles, shyly, when Stone assures her it's all fine, and she murmurs, "That's good." She grins as she sees Monkling and says, "If you're not bothered by my smooth skin, I'm not bothered about anything interesting you might have under your clothes."<br/><br/>Chihiro sees the bulge between Stone's legs, sees him shirtless. She sheds her modesty as fast as she does the pajama top, tugging it over her head and letting it flutter onto the floor. Beneath her shirt she's lithe, limber, and her breasts bounce freely--she hadn't worn a brassiere--after all, she had small pliable breasts with a tank-top and blouse on; she hadn't needed one. She shivers, feeling cold as the air brushes against her breasts, stiffening her nipples, and she says, "I hope you two are as warm as you look. Being smooth does not keep me very warm. You two might have to do that for me."