Undermine Her Confidence In Her Wardrobe

"I'm a guy. I don't really know anything about fashion." You reply. A deliberate non-answer and one that you hope she'll pick up on.

"I'm not talking about being fashionable." She turns to you, blushing slightly. She's holding a pair of blue panties disinterestedly.

"I'm not following you, babe." You scratch your chin. She sighs, and returns to the dresser, selecting a boring old cotton bra and panty set and putting them.

"How about this." She turns to you and poses with her ass out and her back achingly curved. "Does my normal underwear make you want to.....take me to bed?"

"I mean, you're a sexy woman, Emma." You drink up her form with her eyes. Still, your course of action requires undermining her confidence in her own wardrobe. "I'd want to take you to bed if you were wearing a banana suit."

"Ugh." She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't dodge the question."

You sigh. Here goes nothing.

"I suppose you could use some sexier underwear." You say, trying not to make it sound like your criticizing her. "Something that would make you look more..." you draw out the last word. After all, you've already laid the seeds of it to become one of her triggers.

"...Fuckable."

She pauses in place, almost like a malfunctioning robot in a 50's sci-fi movie. "Huh. Okay." She says in a quiet voice. Far from the response you'd have expected if you told her that you didn't like her wardrobe and she wasn't on Slave4U. Whatever happened from here, the suggestion was at least implanted in brain, consciously and unconsciously. You traced her body as she pulled on her work clothing. The real test would happen later.