Fight it for a little bit

The feminists' faces all lit up at this suggestion. Pearl, on the other hand, was rather flummoxed.

"Ummm, I don't think that's very appropriate."

"You yourself have said that men should value value," Cuttlesworth countered. It was true that Tomi Lahren had said that, but it was all the same for these ladies.

"Yeah..."

"And women's values derive from their bodies, as opposed to men,"

"Kinda?"

"So women's bodies, including your body, are valuable so you should have nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, it's not as if you're modestly dressed right now."

Cuttlesworth was right. Pearl was wearing a flowery floral-print dress that loosely came down to her thighs, exposing a significant part of her creamy legs, a sight amplified when she crossed them for the sake of ladyhood; the straps, while thick, exposed her tender armpits and milky arms. Completing this airy outfit was her heels, having a sandal-style strap that left her dainty toes wide open.

"Well... I kinda don't want to be naked..." Pearl protested as nonchalantly and diplomatically as she could.

"If you want to be assertive and dominant like these four, go right ahead. But I think it's best if you take my advice; undressing for the camera would be very based and cater to the male demographic that you say is very underserved these days. It's fine if you stay clothed, but if you do I'm afraid I'll have to leave and take my business elsewhere."

"*sigh*... if you say so..." Pearl couldn't afford to lose this guest, so she unstrapped her heels and took them off, placing them to her left besides her chair. Briefly uncrossing her legs and smoothing the dress down to avoid upskirt peeks, she stood up, pushed her microphone out of the way, and took her headphones off, placing them on the chair. The dress was whisked up and away, finding itself thrown on top of the shoes. Pearl stood before her audience in a lilac lingerie set that was tasteful yet decidedly not granny panties. Not having her mic or headphones, she asked Cuttlesworth if that was enough and he shook his head while the fours' eyes were bugging out of their heads. Sighing, Pearl turned sideways so as not to give the camera or guests a view of the full moon, took her headphones and held them while she sat back down and redonned them.

Putting the microphone back into as strategic a position as possible based on what was about to happen, Pearl unclasped her bra and dropped it on the pile. Sitting up barely to slide her panties the first few inches past her butt, she sat back down and slid them the rest of the way down her legs and over her feet, where they too joined the rest of her clothes. Figuring that her breasts were a lost cause - it would be too much effort to hold them covered for up to a full hour - Pearl focused on relaxing her hands over her crotch.

The four were hooting and clapping. "Wooh!" "Yeah" "You go girl!" Cuttlesworth had a smirk on his face.

"Heh, heh, how long do you want me like this, Charlie?" Pearl giggled nervously.

"Oh Pearl..." came a wry response.