In Artie's office

Claudia whistled to herself, making her way back up to the main office. It was always a relief when the cataloguing was done.

Ok, actually being in the Warehouse alternated between tedious and terrifying, but at least it wasn't actively boring most of the time. Even if Artie's idea of off time was scouring dozens of papers delivered from all over the nation to try and find a whiff of artifact activity.

One of these days she was going to introduce him to the concept of news websites. She was sure it'd blow his mind.

She climbed up the stairs, and opened the door to hear...

"Ooh, is that music I hear? And not a gramophone in sight, I'm so proud," Claudia said.

Her boss grumbled, though it was clear it was playful. Claudia swayed to the rhythm, absently pulling her jacket off, barely thinking about why she was doing so.

She wore that jacket, a purple top, and her jeans; she liked to think it looked good. Still she slipped her jacket off her arms, holding it loosely in one hand as she crossed the office, about to hang it up.

"Music helps me focus," Artie said. "Pete and Myka are out on their case, they need me to research an old artist who lived- you could always help you know."

"Read about some dead guy? No thanks," Claudia said. "If there's no more scintillating inventory you want me to do, I'm going to clock out for the day."

As she spoke she finished hanging up her jacket, and then her hands immediately went to the hem of her top. She'd barely finished her sentence before pulling it up, flashing her dark bra as her top went up over her head.

Artie looked up, then did a double take.

"What- what are you doing?" Artie said.

"I don't know!" Claudia squeaked.

Taking off her jacket had felt natural, but this?! She wasn't swaying to the music any more, but she was still stripping, hands moving of their own accord to pull her top off over her head, revealing her now-flushing face as she lay her top on the table.

Artie gave a sigh, more of weariness than anything.

"Did you touch an artifact?" Artie said.

"No?" Claudia said hopefully, then squeaked as her hands suddenly started undoing her jeans. "Yes! Oh god, I don't remember, I pretty much slept through it, Artie!"

"I can't help if I don't know what to neutralize," Artie said. "Claudia, think, what did you-"

"Ahh!"

The redhead whimpered as she pushed her jeans down, revealing her panties, a dark blue that matched her bra and made the pale skin around them stand out so much more.

"I can't stop," she squealed.

She bent forwards, her side facing Artie, and pushing her ass out behind her as her hands fiddled with her shoes; apparently they weren't a priority, they were just necessary to get her jeans off.

Claudia blushed further, panties feeling far too inadequate as cover.

"Artie!" she squeaked. "How many artifacts can there be that'd..."

"You'd be surprised," Artie said. "I- um, Lady Godiva's hair tie would work automatically, you'd have to be wearing the..."

Claudia squeaked as she stepped out of her jeans, leaving her in just her underwear in front of her boss. Her eyes went wide as her hands reached back to the clasp of her bra.

"Oh no, no, no, no..." Claudia whimpered. She was not showing her tits to Artie, she was not going to-