She wonders aloud how she'll reward you for saving her

As she speaks, she shimmies out of her robe, her nipples, already hard, stiffen in the cold, sterile air. Goosebumps raise up on her perfectly smooth, white skin running down to her neatly trimmed bush.

"Now get out of that armor will you?" She asks, running her hands up her lithe body and cupping her perfect pair of b-cups.