She's too curious!

Jean chewed on her bottom lip and... Tried to keep her attention on Emma's baby blue eyes, and not the naked breasts looming close enough that she could see the finest of details. Everything Emma did was intentional. Everything was a mind game. She could sense every instinctive thought and feeling Jean had...

She knew that Jean was curious. And impressed. And blatantly turned on by all of this. But that didn't mean she had to admit it.

"You seem to forget that I'm the stronger telepath, Emma. You seem to forget that a lot, actually." Jean stood-- Pressing her covered breasts against Emma's own. "What makes you think I need to be taught anything?"

A challenge to her pride. That specific reminder always got under her occasionally diamond skin, but instead, Emma pursed her lips.

"Oh, yes. Silly me. Perfect little Jean Grey always has it figured out. By all means, demonstrate! Take off that tacky little outfit and show me how its done."

"Why do I need to be naked?" Jean placed her hands on her hips. "Why not be in my underwear? Why not stay fully dressed, and just make people see me in different outfits?"

Emma scoffed and turned away. Her big, shapely ass swayed and bounced with her steps. She always walked--And acted--Like a model on a runway, but this time, it was more like a display for Jean's eyes only. She rested her hand on that gorgeous ass cheek.

"Has anyone ever walked in on you changing, Jean? Or perhaps showering, or masturbating?" She'd ask. She didn't need to turn around to know that the mere question made her blush. So easy.

"The panic you feel-- The embarrassment, the fear, the sense of intrusion when being caught naked. It's primal. It's vulnerability. A deep rooted desire to stop them from seeing your most private areas. All in a fraction of a second."

Emma turned back to face her, finding Jean wholly invested in the instructions that she'd so vehemently resisted.

"You use that instinct. You maintain the illusion, because if you don't, everyone will see every inch of your body. There's no tiptoeing into the water, darling. You ditch everything you have, and dive right into the deep end with me."

Jean sighed. Emma was... Insufferable. Shameless. Probably an exhibitionist. But she did know her stuff, and her explanation made sense in telepath terms. Jean reached for her pants... But hesitated.

"And... What if I can't maintain it?" She muttered. "What if everyone does end up--"

"Oh, for God's sake." Emma groaned. "The mighty Phoenix, the girl who can scorch the cosmos a thousand times over, afraid of people seeing her pussy.

"I'll help you. Alright? I will never, ever let you live it down, but I will help you if needed. Feel better?"