She's a little embarrassed.

You nod in the affirmative to her question.
“I’m just glad she enjoyed it.” Trying to ease whatever trepidations she has to speak her mind you add, “She seemed alright just now, but I’d better let her know I’ll be discreet about it.”
Amber cocks an eyebrow at the statement. “Oh?”

“Well yeah,” leaning against the sink you continue, “I don’t need to brag to anyone. That’d be a dick move after someone trusts you like that.
Especially if she's a friend.”

You can tell she’s impressed by your sincerity, reassessing you. You don’t flinch under her gaze, feeling better for having said the truth.

She fixes you with a coy smile. “So, John… are we friends?”
“Of course, Amber.”
“And friends help each other, right?”

Her playfulness makes you smile. Deciding to indulge her game, you respond.

“Yes, they do. Is there something you need help with?”
“Well, there is one thing…” She starts, “You see, you kind of interrupted something.”
“Oh, how rude,” you reply in mock horror.

“Now I’m finding it pretty difficult to get started again, if you know what I mean.” Amber was now speaking in a dramatic stage whisper. “I think I need some…inspiration. Not a partner, or an assistant.”

She gives you a pointed look before softening her expression and giving him a goofy grin.

“A muse if you will.”
You nod solemnly, understanding the rules.

You’re more than happy to play along. Deciding to bring levity back into the game you pull down and step out of your boxer-briefs with a theatrical flourish.

Now completely nude before yet another girl you just met you flash a cheeky grin and pose for her. “How’s this?”

She gives you an appreciative whistle, your member responding well to the praise.

In reward, she opens the door and steps back a little to give you your first eye full...

Her lithe frame is as tight as you imagined. As you step towards her she puts a delicate hand on your chest.

You stop, a little confused. Her eyes are a deep emerald, contrasting well with her pale face.

She’s more nervous than she let on. You give her a reassuring smile.

“I’m just going to take a shower here,” you say softly. “Anything else is up to you alright?”

Satisfied you got the message; she lets you pass.