"There does need to be a little mystery to the package. Or it would have been a trend to walk around buck naked a long time ago." She knew she wasn't a nudist. Especially now. And she was true to what she said, it wasn't really a refusal to look at him naked, just the thought that there should be something that was left to the imagination.
She knew she was a bit of a contradiction, she could sing and dance around and pretend to be sexy, it was an act. When she wasn't dressed in those dresses, and singing her heart out, it was harder to do. Sure she flirted, who didn't? But that was a little different, all friendly fun.
Oh the hell with it, she leaned her back against the wall behind her. Fingers coming up to curl around the curb of the tile, so that she didn't have to kick and didn't risk floating up and completely exposing herself. She lowered her voice as she leaned toward him, whispering because she knew it would travel if she didn't. "You're not weirded out that there's one quite clothed chick over there, at all, are you."