Figuring out her color season

"Ummm," Jenn began, "I've heard about these 'color seasons' on the internet, and I want to know if I'm a summer, spring, fall, or winter."

"Well," Valerie said with a smirk, "you've come to the right place. You can't have the right wardrobe colors if you don't know your own skin! Come, let's go to the back and get you figured out."

Valerie led Jenn to the back and closed a curtain behind them. She led Jenn to the center of the room and had her stand while she sat down.

"Now, of course we'll have to see your skin ... and I do mean all of it."

"You don't mean for me to undress, do you?" Jenn asked skeptically, taking her left foot out of its flip flop and using it to scratch her right calf.

"Honey," Valerie continued, "I can't do my job if I can only see the parts of you that are tanned."

"Can't you see my veins?" Jenn tried showing Valerie her wrist.

"Ummm," Valerie squinted, but Jenn's veins were buried too deep for her to tell, "I can't, and even if I could that only tells us part of the story. We're going to need a thorough analysis for best results."

Sighing, Jenn kicked off her flip flops, unbuttoned and doffed her flannel, and then took off her tank top and jean shorts to stand in front to Valerie in her underwear, blushing like a tomato.

"Well?" Jenn asked impatiently after a few seconds of silence.

"... I need everything..." Valerie continued prodding her.

Fuming in silence and regretting all those trips to the beach with Samantha in her bikini, Jenn quickly snapped and whisked her underwear off to stand before Valerie completely naked, resisting the urge to cover up and instead standing arms akimbo.