You blink, then slowly your eyes slide down her body. Right up to that moment you thought she was naked but for those silvery blue boots she was wearing. Squinting you can't even see a neck line, gloves etc or anything to indicate clothing. Heck, even her nipples (blue as they are) look uncovered.
"Er. Clothes?" You say, frowning up at her.
Hashine giggles and reaches up and strokes your cheek gently.
"Why yes. You do know what clothes are, don't you Mr....?" She blinks as you stare back, her obviously reading your confusion in your mind as well as on your face. She sighs. "That was a subtle hint that I gave you my name and you haven't reciprocated."
Wait, you assumed that she...
"... I don't read minds like that... well, except for accidents. It's rude! I'm mostly a sender anyway, not that I neglect the reading art. By the way you STILL haven't told me your name. If you don't soon I may have to tickle you for it?"
"Mike! It's Mike!" You say hurriedly, Hashine giggling at your response.
"OK, so I might have read you don't like being tickled... though I don't know what tickling is, so you weren't in any danger."
"Oh, alright." You say, managing a smile. "I'm terribly allergic to Tickle after all. Makes be break out something terrible!"
She just laughs.
"I may be trying not to read you but even I know that is a bunch of Sleshwash! Aaaanyway." She says, sliding her arms around your shoulders once more and leaning in close, her lips less than an inch from your own "Back to the undressing..."
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