May as well

Natalie's oddly sex-positive attitude is still weirding you out a bit, but you agree to her terms. You're still not entirely sure where that's coming from. Maybe it's boredom. Or curiosity. Or she genuinely grew at University. Or she now feels guilty running off for years, after...

"Great!" She jumps up, happier than you've seen her be in a while. "I've got some stuff upstairs, we can try it out down here."

"Whoah, wait, what kind of 'stuff' are we talking about here?"

"Don't worry, it's all clean!"

"That's not exactly reassuring. Or what I was asking."

"Honestly, it'll be easier if I just show you. But don't worry, we won't use anything you're not comfortable with." Natalie starts to walk to the door, before turning back to you. "Actually, there is something we can do to... get the mood set."

"I'm not getting naked."

"I wasn't going to ask you to!" She taps you lightly with the back of her hand. "Though I am going to ask you to sit up on the sofa."

You reply in the affirmative as you haul yourself up and onto the sofa, avoiding the hot spot where Natalie was before, slouching into the cooler seat. Natalie doesn't like that.

"Nope, sit up straight, right on the edge of the sofa." You slide forward, obeying her. "Legs out straight in front of you, knees together, feet fla-" She cuts herself off as she bends over to grab the pillow on the floor below you. "Feet flat on the floor, together. Back straight, head up, hands on your knees. Now hold it..."

You've followed her orders for now, but she makes the final adjustments your posture herself: Shoulders pushed back while another hand keeps the small of your back still, arms rotated slightly and re-straightened, hands balled up and placed just behind each knee, chin tilted slightly upwards. It all feels somewhat clinical, or like seeing a tailor. Natalie eventually takes a step back, looking satisfied.

"Nice. Now hold that position, and..." She walks over the TV, grabbing a small toy off a nearby cabinet and putting it on top of the screen, almost precisely in your eyeline. "Now, keep your eyes on this. And stay still. I'll be back in a minute."

You see Nat leave the room out of the corner of your eye. Then you hear her feet pad up the stairs. Then you're left alone with nothing but the patter of the rain against the window.