Feeling frisky? Send me. “I DARE YOU”….12. Strip for the other muse.
Jemma was slightly shocked when Tarene dared her to strip for her but she was slightly intoxicated and a dare was a dare, right? She hated to break the rules and not doing something you're dared to do technically fits under the same guidelines, at least to her.
"Er... alright." She fidgeted for a moment before moving over to the radio and putting on some... strip appropriate music... or really whatever came on when she turned the radio on. It took her a few seconds to acclimate herself to the music before she started moving her hips to the beat.
A minute later and she was takes slow steps toward Tarene while slowly unbuttoning her blouse. As she got about a foot away she was done unbuttoning the shirt and she would turn her back to Tarene and slowly shimmy the garment off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
With her back still to Tarene she would reach behind her and slowly inch the zipper on the back of her skirt down and then slowly wiggle her hips to let it fall around her ankles. She steps out of it, away from Tarene and kicks off her shoes.
Then, she would stop rather abruptly, gesturing to her bra and underwear. "Do these need to go, too? Or... did I fulfill the dare?"
