Elena needs a change in wardrobe

"I think I want to change my clothes," Elena says. "I was going for pyjama-party when I dressed this morning because I thought it was some sort of compromise between modesty and being less dressed-up than Annie, but it's totally going to get in the way both of showing off my outfit and exposing myself to you."

"Okay, sounds fair," said Steve.

Elena got off the countertop and headed for the stairs. She took one step in that direction when she suddenly stopped. She turned around.

"Um." She said it loudly, as she braced herself for what she was going to say next. "Want to come along?" she said, almost like an announcement.

"What?" asked Steve.

Elena's eyes went wide. "Getting dressed and undressed would be an excellent opportunity for me to expose myself to you more. You don't have to, but you're invited if you want to watch."

Steve hesitated. Elena looked at him intently. She didn't seem anxious, just... readying herself.

"Okay," said Steve. "I'd like that."

Elena gave a business-like smile, and nodded. "Right," she said, a little more loudly than necessary, "I thought you might. Let's go."

They both went upstairs to Elena's room. The shower was running, presumably with Annie under its spray. "Ah," said Elena. "Well, I guess I'll just assume that Annie will dress up about as much as she did before. She seemed happy to dress for her own comfort. If she's decided to wear less, I'll just have to compensate later."

They reached the door of Elena's room. Elena turned around and leaned forward slightly, letting Steve see down her top. "Now Steve," she said. "Today, I guess I'm going to be okay with a lot of the things you might do in reaction to me showing off for you. But remember what Annie said: no unwanted touching or nasty talk. Are you going to play nice?" she asked.

Steve was no fool. "Promise."

Elena nodded, and let out a breath of air. "Okay then," she said, opening the door. "Come on in, and close the door behind you," she said. Steve entered and shut the door.