Erel nodded, and rose back to her feet. Better to get the clothing out of the way, first. While she only<em>intended</em>to simply strip, she couldn't help but turn it into a dance; years of conditioning, coupled with her natural inclinations, made it almost unconscious.<br/><br/>She swayed, and turned, and shook, enticingly, as she slowly drew off the chain shirt, setting it aside, and unwrapping the undergarment, from her wrists, all around her chests, she was wrapped tight, in the light cloth, and slowly peeled it away, bit by bit, like an exotic dancer removing her veils. She made a full turn, with one arm covering her breasts, smirking over her shoulder at Almah, before letting it slide down, while her back was turned, slowly removing her pants next, bending over to show off her tight rear, covered only in panties, still hiding her breasts. Finally, she turned around again, letting Almah get a good, frontal view of her... which also showed off that she had something<em>extra</em>between her legs. She kept the panties on, and stood, presenting herself without saying more, waiting for further comments, or instructions.