This was... seriously embarrassing. Not the most embarrassing thing he had ever made her done but it was up there. The light was on in the room. The sunshine was shining through the window. It wasn't that she was embarrassed of her body, per se, but she had snuck a peak at some of the women that Loki had been with a lot of them have been pretty well endowed. She was... willowy at best. Small, thin, petite-- average looks, in her opinion and oh GODS, did she remember to shave her legs...?
There was no use arguing with him so Sigyn did as she was told. Reaching back, she started to untie the ribbon holding up her dress, almost corset like with their crisscross pattern. As soon as that was loosened, the fragile straps came down next. She was stalling-- half because she was embarrassed, half because he seemed to be enjoying herself. Loki would be happy, maybe, to see that since bras had come into style, Sigyn had made sure that her collection was acceptable. No thongs or anything with holes or mesh but silk, lace, and other things that were classy.
Her nice, clean white bra was going to be destroyed, she thought if she didn't act fast and get it off. That was the next thing to go, all while watching Loki's eyes. Was he bored? Interested?