For that comment, when she picked up her bolero, she tossed it at his head. "No free shows. If they want to see me near naked, they can pay the cover charge and bring extra to slip me onstage."
She placed her clothes onto the bed once they'd all been gathered, then stepped over to the dresser to get a look at herself in the mirror, finger-combing her hair that was still a little wet from the shower. She looked at George's reflection, admiring how he looked in his suit, and started undoing buttons. She slipped the material off one shoulder and looked back at him seductively.
"Besides, wouldn't you much rather watch me take it off?"