Do it downstairs

You think it's pretty akward to get caught while undressing a girl, even if she's ok with it and it's an unconfortable costume like Eve's. You are pretty sure that everyone will be upstairs doing a glow show or whatever, so downstairs would be really the safest bet.

The only negative part of this idea is that you have to help her get down the stairs. Her legs don't bend so it'll most likely be ****. You start moving Eve's miserable frame through the ever louder party mass. It's really hard.

After what feels like 20 minutes you are halfway down the stairs and feel like a mover carrying a tv. People are heavy and these rags are not helping. You think back and realize that the second floor bathroom would've been just fine, but try not to think about that.

After another ten minutes you are finally on the first floor and in the big bathroom with the jacuzzi inside. You are sweating and you smell kinda bad. You are also mad at yourself for thinking like this and quickly grab some scissors off the small cupboard on the wall.

You ask Eve just to be sure and, hope, that she answers positively: "Are you really sure about this?" She turns her head to the right and you sigh deeply.

It takes a while, but you manage to slowly but surely remove all the rags off of her. As you keep cuting her rags she regains more movement and her body seems relaxed. You uncover her whole right arm and find her smooth sunkissed skin underneath.

You continue and get her other arm out too. She has weird big bracelets on and other jewlerly - they are gaudy but pretty. As you are unwrapping her upper torso you can't but to touch her slowly layer by layer softening chest. As you unwrap her chest you freeze and look at her big delicious breasts.

They are solely visible and she feels them with her hands. She has a white dress on, but her boobs push out so much that her nipples are nearly showing.

You continue reder and deside to unwrap her waist next. Her dress underneath gets looser, but it's still obvious that she has a great abdomen. You dare go down to her lower torso and start unwraping the rags around her hips.

Her butt is so much bigger than what it first seemed and the dress is sexily cut on the side. As you unwrap down to where her pelvis is she covers her crotch with her hands.

You look up confussed, but **** suddenly. That's right - touching people there is a bit inappopriate. She beckons you to go away, so you stop and she starts to unravel her head.

Slowly but surely black strands of medium cut hair starts poking out and then Eve takes the whole wrapping off revealing her face. She's obviously of middle-eastern decent. She has big brown eyes lined thickly with mascara, and her majestic aquiline nose and big lips make her look like someone ten years older than you.

"H...hello? Eve?" You say shyly but she just looks at you half smiling. She does a complex hand motion, which you understand means that she can't speak - she's actually mute.

"Aww, that sucks. Do you need help or." She motions no, so you feel a bit akward. After a minute she's finally free and you can appriciate her obvious pharao costume. She has golden rings, bracelets, anklets and other hanging ornaments. She has that large painted colar piece all pharaos have and her dark hair is cleanily cut on a bobcut. She's wearing sandals.

She does a curtsey and gives you a small hug. She does one of those hand language moves on your face and giggles mutely. You feel akward, but just ask: "Are you...ok? Those rags were really tight." She blushes and kicks the rags. She motions cooly something and sweaps her forehead. She was hot, huh.

She looks up and then points at the showers and crosses her fingers. Then she points to the door and you and puts her hands under her cheek like she's sleeping.

You get her and go out. She turns the shower on and you sigh because you are physically and mentaly exhausted.