She gets defensive

Sasha suddenly turns around, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh, I get it!" Astrid says. "You're nervous about having a boyfriend!"

"W-What?!" Sasha asks. "I-I am not!"

"Really?" Isabella asks. "Sure seems like it. We've all heard how long you take to get anywhere on dates!"

"That is not true!" Sasha says. "I just want to want to make sure I like the guy before we go further! I'm not a slut like you!"

"Hey, now that's harsh!" Isabella mocks. She puts her hand over her naked breast, as if her heart was breaking.

"Hey, we've all seen you checking out Sam's ass when he's not looking," Astrid adds. It seems like she's gotten over her embarrassment from being naked. "Right, Jeanette?"

"Please don't drag me into this," Jeanette practically squeals from behind you. She still doesn't want anyone to see more of her nude body than they already have.

"Look, I just want to have a normal, loving relationship!" Sasha says. "Sam's my friend! I don't want to risk anything!"

"Oh please! He totally has the hots for you too!" Isabella says. "Sam, tell her!"

You stumble over your words, both from being put on the spot, and at having to pour your heart out while naked. "Um...I...uh..."

"T-This conversation is over!" Sasha throws down her book and races for the exit.

"No, wait! Don't run off!" You say.

It's too late. Sasha's already out the door.

"Great," Astrid groans. "Now we have to find her. Again!"

Isabella pushes you toward the door. "Lead the nudie parade, sexy!"

You try not to blush and leave the library, looking for another room that Sasha could have gone to.