Not at all

The girl left before Zoe could say anything.

She was standing there, naked apart from a tiny bit of wet fabric. Her panties clinging to her damp skin were already semi transparent and if the lighting was brighter, people could see a bit of Zoe's landing strip.

"Let's go to the bar," the other girl said, her voice hushed and seductive. "I want to have a drink with you. As an apology for our friend."

The girl led Zoe through the crowded bar, their bodies pressed tightly against one another.

As they approached the bar, the girl's eyes locked onto Zoe's naked body. She couldn't help but admire the way her muscles rippled beneath her skin, her legs powerful and toned.

"Wow," she said, her voice showing genuine appreciation. "Your legs are so muscular."

Zoe smiled coyly, her heart pounding against her chest. "Thanks," she said. "I work hard to keep them that way."

The girl nodded, her eyes locked onto Zoe's naked body. "And your stomach, are those abs? You look like a soldier. A naked soldier." she said, loudly enough for people around to hear.