Amber suddenly felt as though the breakfast was going down a road she wasn't sure she wanted to tread. She was fairly certain, that despite the previous conversation, this was a bit too far. Still she couldn't deny that Ruxandra probably wasn't even a negative in terms of bosses she could be sexually harassed by.<br/><br/>She stood up and reached over her head to pull her shirt off. Her black bra, and panties, which she shortly revealed by stepping out of her pants, and moving into the open space of the room. She ran her hands over her body, not entirely sure what Ruxandra was even looking for. Still, she recognized that the job meant more than that much to her.<br/><br/>She sighed, though and sat back down, averting her eyes. She really wouldn't have cared, but she felt too awkward to actually be sexy in way she though Ruxandra wanted. It all seemed futile and pointless.<br/><br/>"I'm not...really cut out for this," she said, "I can't just...do that, I feel...I just, can't..."<br/><br/>She didn't feel like an explaination was required. If Ruxandra wanted an erotic movie, Amber knew she'd do it, but that meant a man, or maybe a woman, and that wasn't...this, that was acting, this was...real.