Musubi had to<em>force</em>herself to stand still while Elisabeth did the business of removing her clothes.  She didn't want to do this, she wanted to do a number of things.  Like run the other direction and take back her agreement to participate in this idea.  Or, at the very least, take off her own clothes.  The catgirl could feel the first frog tie come undone at the high collar on her dress.  Her ears quivered and tail followed at the Technomancer grappled with the small part of her brain that told her to 'flee!  Fleeeeeeeeeeeee!'  But she did not move, she would not move.  She had asked, and agreed.  "W-well, trust is a two-way street," she managed to stammer out in response to her own comment.<br/><br/>And then, the last tie came undone, the qipao slipped off her shoulders, and it pooled on the floor, exposing her black bra and panties.  She was expecting something...well, certainly not what Elisabeth ended up doing.  She was having a lot of fun removing the rest of her clothes, compared to the straightforward manner in which she'd removed her dress.  As the bra came off, she could feel her breasts<em>pop</em>free of the confining garment, and the soft tickle of air against her crotch as her panties were removed.  Now, she was in only her slippers and stockings.  "O...okay," she managed to breathe out at the suggestion of what to do now.  "That sounds-"<br/><br/>Then a couple of images forced themselves into her head, and she immediately turned away to hide her blushing face behind her hands.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Oh, ask.  <em>Pleeeeeeeeease</em> ask.</div></div>