You have to agree - No Pulses

"Know what? You are right!" You say to her, attempting to maintain eye contact above her neck. "I have seen friends that I had not met in years, and only because this morning I was forced to leave my room! I am John, a pleasure to meet you."

You extend a hand, and she shakes it with her own sweaty one. The same hand that was just rubbing a naked tit through the fabric of a towel. She knows that she is topless and yet acts like it is nothing unusual. Something very strange is happening

"Can I do something crazy?" She asks again after a moment of silence.

"Sure" You respond.

"Can I..."