Kei instructs Jake to strip

"I think now, perhaps, it is your turn. Stand up." Kei waved a finger at Jake, gesturing that he should rise.

Jake stood up, unsure what to do with his hands, which were still holding his pants on.

"Your pants. Off they go."

Jake figured he might as well give up any boundaries at this point. He wasn't going to be able to resist doing whatever Kei asked of him. He let go of his pants with a shrug, and they fell limply to the ground. He never managed to get his shoes back on when he and Abbie were first trying to hid, so he stood in his socks. He pushed the pants aside with his foot.

"Jacket."

Jake shook off his blazer, and let it fall to the ground.

"Shirt. Slowly."

Jake knew that he didn't have the grace or poise that Kei had. He wasn't any kind of performer -- not a model like Kei, not a dancer like Kelsey. Women just looked sexier doing this sort of thing, at least that was the only way Jake could see it. But there was no pushing back here. He loosened his tie, then undid the top button of his shirt.

"You have handsome eyes," said Kei, reaching forward and taking hold of his necktie. She stood just far enough away that they weren't making any contact between them yet.

Jake undid the next button, and then another one. Kei reached a hand forward and touched his chest where the shirt had opened. Jake swallowed, and stared into Kei's eyes. He undid another button, and then one more, leaving one to go at the bottom.

Kei let go of Jake's tie, and brought both hands to his chest. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, holding his upper arms more firmly. Jake struggled a bit, but managed to get the last button of his shirt undone, at which point the whole shirt fell back off of him and to the ground.