Allan had thought that they would've done some sort of coin toss or something for this - so he was caught off-guard when she, rather nonchalantly, raised up her tank top, allowing the angel wings to be displayed.<br/><br/><em>Oh, gods...</em><br/><br/>He could feel himself blushing, and his hands slightly trembled.  He wanted her to turn around - he wanted her to turn around RIGHT NOW, and show him her boobs.  No!  He didn't just want to see them, he wanted to FEEL them.  His eyes dilated slightly, and his breathing became just a little heavier.<br/><br/>"It's, uh, uh...it's nice...uh, good...artistry..."<br/><br/><em>Oh god, make the torture stop.  Make it stop right now.</em>