Once he fixated on her with the ravenous stare, an evident shiver bolted down her spine, trembling for a brief moment. She shook her head, dismissing the thought before her eyes rolled at him. “What is up with the obsession with being completely nude?” she asked with a huff, continuing to sketch him. “We are all born naked. Nudity is supposed to be natural, and not a mania. If I were to create the rules, everybody would walk around naked in the spring and summer.”
Taking out a wooden board, she squeezed dabs of paint some occasionally making a farting sound. And then she took various brushes, holding the board idly while mixing colors, looking at him back and fourth to get the right pigment of his skin. “But then, I guess that would result in everybody humping each other. We do not need another Baby Boom,” she said with a sigh.