Guess there's no avoiding it...

You gulp very audibly, starting to sweat a little, before taking a deep breath to try and steady your nerves. "I-I... uh..." Okay, lets go for attempt number two. "W-What I m-mean... er..." Third time's the charm? "O-Okay... you... a-are the... first... g-girl... I've s-seen... n...n...n-naked..." You sigh in relief a little at having gotten it out... But after a moment, you look away, embarrassed and afraid you'd upset a girl who could probably kill you with her pinky.

"I..."

That response surprises you. You look to the naked girl's face. Mable looks conflicted, like she isn't sure what to say.

"I'm sorry... I..." She groans, running her hand through her hair. " Look, I don't exactly walk around naked because I want to... And I don't mean to make ya uncomfortable or... Ugh, I dunno how to say this. Look, after we're done here, ya wanna head to Random, or something? They're open 24/7 for the insomniac gamers. All the people there know me pretty well, since it's one of my regular places alongside the dojo. We should be able to talk more freely there, and I can tell ya..." She looks down at the floor, almost shamefully. Her golden eyes take in all her tanned, nude skin, the hands crossed under her breasts cupping the soft flesh, and her normally-spread legs start to draw together until her feet and knees are touching. "...why I'm naked..."

Your eyes widen at hearing her sound so forlorn. "H-hey, don't-t worry!" You frantically wave your arms, trying to cheer her up, but... also trying to stutter less. "I-I'm not t-that uncomfortable, e-especially when I'm t-talking to an a-awesome, geeky, b-badass, cute girl like you!" You smile at her, before blushing even more somehow when you realize you called her cute. You worry she might take that as flirting from a relative stranger, or worse, she has a boyfriend or a girlfriend already. Or that maybe she doesn't like being called cute since that doesn't make her seem tough? Yeah, you're a bit of an overthinker, though you do a remarkable job of keeping your friendly smile on to cover it up.

"A-and I-I'm s-sure you h-have a-a-a g-great reason f-for showing y-yourself off!" You mentally facepalm at that. You originally figured a friend or someone had dared her and that nudity was just a semi common thing in this town, maybe with some kind of local ordinance. Or you were on a prank TV show. You still hadn't ruled that last one out, but she doesn't seem like she's acting to you...

"Do you... really think I'm cute?" She asks. It surprises you... Mable's voice is little more than a soft, awkward croak.

Hunching her shoulders up like a turtle retreating its head into its shell, the naked girl hugs the bottom half of her breasts, just under her nipples, causing the firm yet pillowy orbs to bulge out the top of her arms and squeeze together, creating a deep, vast cleavage. She's hardly the confident martial artist and gamer girl right now, more like a shy schoolgirl being called pretty for the first time by the cutest boy in school.

Not like you weren't being genuine, though! You honestly think she's drop dead gorgeous, even though she's naked (not that that's a minus). Hell, it isn't just her appearance you find appealing! She knows multiple martial arts, she plays tons of games, some at tournaments, some of them your favorites, she enjoys manga and anime, and most importantly, she's pretty much the first girl you've met not to either make you help her with her homework or tell you to get lost. All that combined with her short, attractive body (albeit you'd mostly been looking at her face out of both politeness and for the sake of your own nerves) cause you to feel drawn to the tanned, muddy haired, golden eyed girl, even if she looks a little strange. If anything, her strangeness actually makes her more attractive to you. You aren't going to say that though! You feel 'cute' is already pushing boundaries. You've never talked this long with a girl, let alone a naked one, so your mind is jumping from worst-case scenario to worst-case scenario!

After a few false start stammers, you clear your throat and take a deep breath. "Yeah. I really do. E-e-especially... w-when y-you're t-t-talking ab-bout your i-int-terests." You barely get it out, the little demon in the back of your mind telling you this girl might roundhouse kick you at any moment!

Mable gazes down at the floor, awkwardly shuffling her feet. Her legs were previously spread wide, confidently displaying her nude body to the world like 'what are you gonna do about it?' But now her legs are so close together, they're touching. Her arms squeeze tighter, just aaaalmost covering her nipples as she grabs her biceps, as if cold. The arm lock she's giving herself just squeezes her breasts tighter together, deepening her cleavage and causing the flesh to further bulge around her slender but powerful arms.

"No one's... ever called me that before..." She says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

She's blushing like crazy, the tops of her breasts and face bright red. Luckily a throat-clearing from ahead of her gets her attention. She looks up at the café counter, seeing that the barista is ready.

"Hey, Mable. What can I get you?" He asks, openly staring at her breasts despite his otherwise pleasant smile.

Mable pays his staring no mind. "Strawberry longjohn and a small hot chocolate, Jerry." She turns to you, not quite meeting your gaze and her cheeks still a bit red. One of her arms is still hanging at her side, the other reaching over her flat, toned stomach to rub at her bicep, the movement lifting her breasts a bit and dropping them repeatedly. "What are you getting?"