Naturally.

Somewhere on the periphery of his consciousness, Malc knew something was amiss. He could feel himself growing a bit more brazen, more assertive. But he was unable to realize the idea, not with his mind fogged by a slowly growing arousal. "You underwear," he said, his voice growing a bit stronger, "Get rid of it, too."

The entity smirked and winked, gripping her bra where the cups met and yanking, snapping the garment, but controlling her motion to as not to flash him quite yet. Turning around, she released the bra and let it slide off her back to the floor as she hooked her thumbs in her panties. She bent over seductively, pulling them down as far as she could, proudly exposing her tight cunt to Malc. She kicked them away and turned, hands resting playfully on her hips, her naked body displayed before him without an ounce of modesty. He licked his lips as he beheld her nipples, small, erect, barely darker than the reddish skin surrounding them. His eyes traveled down her body, over her solid midriff, to her smooth, clean-shaven mound. "Master approves?" she purred.

"Oh yes..." Malc said weakly.

"That's oh so wonderful to hear..." she replied with a sly grin, idly rolling a nipple between her fingers. "You're such a wonderful change of pace from my previous master. And cute, to boot."

"Thank you," Malc said. "Now..."