She definitely sent him her panties

"Oh my god nick! so what if I sent you my underwear. its not like its gonna get to your house any faster, or fix this!" I blush a little bit as he reminds me of the little kink I like to indulge in: sending dates a pair of panties to remember me by. Right now I am just wishing I could cancel the shipment and write off this whole thing.

Nick groans and face palms "Of course... it would... you know what, I wish everyone was fine with you being naked."

"Anyway, now that we have gone over why you are such a catch, I think our table Is ready." I say as I toss my braid over my bare shoulder. I make it a few steps only to realize that Nick isn't following, in fact his eyes seem stuck bouncing between my bare ass and the harness restraining my breasts. I immediately feel myself starting to turn as crimson as the dress I almost wore.

Ever since I was little no one seemed to care if I was wearing any clothes or not, and no one seemed to find this strange. Although My mom did notice if I went out without any clothes in winter oddly enough, and later on kept trying to get me to wear a bra. I eventually accepted my strange minor superpower and decided that clothes were just not worth the trouble in this temperate climate. The downside of this is no one really looks at me let alone leers like Nick is doing. Its exhilarating and almost enough to get me to overlook how much of a massive narcissist he is.

I cross my arms under my breasts causing the reassuring discomfort of the brass snakes digging into my breasts. "Nick" I repeat to him. He doesn't respond untill I wave my hand in front of his face which makes him jump and flush a little as his eyes snap back up to meet my gaze.

"Hey, My eyes are up here." I say in my best stern voice. Nick looks guilty but unashamed of his actions like a child caught eating the forbidden cookies. I meanwhile have to prevent myself from doing a little dance. I have always wanted to say that, but sadly no one has EVER looked at me before.

After a moment I hand him my purse and say "You can hold my purse to prove you are actually a..."

"I wish you didn't bring a purse... or a bag... or fanny pack... ugh, I wish you didn't bring anything to carry your stuff." Nick mutters under his breath as reality rapidly changes and I finish handing him the still blinking pager. He stares at it for a moment before letting out a small chuckle and following me up to the front. I wince a little as I feel myself clench in excitement around the keys inside me, but I would be stupid to leave my keys in my car. Although I don't think I have anything to worry about with such a well put together gentleman, even if he is an... effigy specialist.