She wondered at her sanity as she found herself more intrigued and less just frightened of him.  In a way he reminded her of the phantom character from the books and musical, looking for love and beauty in an uncomfortable and ugly world.  Of course He was not scarred like the phantom had been, but he'd killed people..  He seemed to be willing to kill her too, though she wasn't sure if that was true.<br/><br/>She opened the door gingerly and stepped in, closing it when he'd told her to do so.  She didn't move forward too much, largely uncertain, not quite sure she knew what he wanted, instead waiting.  As he explained she smiled, giving a soft nod.  "I ..  appreciate that..  I can..  see the usefulness of the ah..other way too.." she shrugged faintly.<br/><br/>It seemed more intimate somehow to disrobe while he watched, and yet he'd seen her naked, he'd had her in several ways already...  But taking ones cloths off was sometimes more intimate, perhaps because it was a voluntary action.  She slid the pants down first, wiggling until they slid down, then stepping out of them.  She bent, folding them and laying them down as he'd told her on the chair.<br/><br/>Her top was next, a slow tugging upward until it was gone and she was freed from it, her soft full breasts bouncing lightly.  She then caught at the edges of her panties and began sliding them down, shivering slightly.  She noted absently that she'd need a wax or a shave soon, a thought she quickly squished with an embarrassed flush.  Apparently she did want to look food for him.<br/><br/>Soon all of her clothing was folded up on the chair, and she stood in front of him, naked, save for the fall of her hair that framed her delicate face, those vivid grey eyes burning brightly, like twin jewels against the pale backdrop of her angular face.