Greg screws up

"I know you like Liam, but he's not who you think he is," Greg continued, taking a step closer to Ayumi. "He's always around when you're naked, always touching you. I know I'm not as outgoing or confident as he is, but I would never do that to you. A girl like you shouldn't be made to walk around naked in public."

Ayumi gets surprised by these last sentences. She almost thought Greg was correct, but now he sound like a classical _nice gu_y. "Greg, it was your idea for me to be a part of this play. You knew that I would have to be naked on stage. And suddenly it's bad for me because it's not like you imagined?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Greg looked away, avoiding her gaze. "But that's not it, Ayumi. I though it would be fun to spend time together and didn't think you would get the role in the first place. And nudity on stage is artistic but this is just shameful."

Ayumi fumed. At first she though he had some good points but that was over now. She was tired of his hypocrisy, tired of his inability to understand her perspective. She decided to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

She stood there for a moment, taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. Then she made her decision. She started to undress. First her shirt, then her jeans, until she was standing there in just her bra and underwear.

Greg stared at her, speechless, as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. It fell to the ground, revealing her small, firm breasts. She slipped off her underwear next, standing completely naked in front of him.

"Ayumi, what are you doing?" Greg finally managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.