Ayumi is comforting

Ayumi pointed out at her naked body. "At least you are wearing something. I am walking around fully nude. I even shaved because apparently mermaids should be completely bare."

Greg's eyes widened, his gaze flicking nervously to Ayumi's groin. "I... I didn't know that," he stammered, his voice shaking. "I mean, I've never seen a... a shaved pussy before."

Ayumi's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she **** a smile for Greg's sake. "It's alright," she assured him, her voice trembling. "I know it's a bit unusual request, but it's part of the character."

Greg swallowed nervously, his gaze lingering on Ayumi's bare skin. "I understand," he murmured, his voice cracking slightly. "But it's so hard to concentrate when you're standing there, completely naked."

Ayumi smiled warmly. "Well, if it helps, you can try looking at me," she suggested. "It might help you get into character."

"I don't know if I can do that," he stammered, his voice shaking. "I mean, you're so...."

Before he can finish, Ayumi surprises him with a hug.

"Thank you, Greg," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "For this. Everybody else is fully dressed, even the mermaids have body suits so they are not showing any skin. I am so glad there's one person at least a little exposed. It means a lot to me."

Greg freezes, his heart pounding in his chest. He looks down at Ayumi, her bare breasts pressed on his skin and her crotch pressed against his swimsuit, and feels a surge of warmth spread through him.

"It's no problem," he mumbles, his voice barely audible. "I'm just glad to be here with you."

Ayumi pulls away, her cheeks flushing a deep pink.