Filling out the form - both

She jots something down on the form, and looks up at you. "So you're into women, then? What do you think about me?" You blink, taken aback; you hadn't really expected to be put on the spot like this. Nevertheless, you let your eyes wander down past her silver-framed face, and to her slight shoulders, which lead to a chest which pushes slightly forward, her back straight. Below these subtle curves on her upper torso, her form grows slightly thinner, becoming emphasized as she puts her hand on her hip, which slightly curves away from her waist. Her long legs sleekly extend down to her feet, which then meet the floor. Not exactly the epitome of femininity, but it certainly has its own charm.

You communicate your enjoyment of her form, to which she responds, "oh really? I don't suppose you want to see a bit more then?" She leans forward, allowing her shirt to shift such that you can clearly see her budding breasts, nipples protruding out slightly. "W-what about the whole no sex thing until joining the polycule?" "And this isn't sex, now is it? I'll gladly show you more, slowly taking my clothes off, under one condition — give me that letter."