Strike up a conversation, or something

You walk up to Clara, and do your best to make some small talk. You don't think she knows who you are, but then, she doesn't need to. "So, uh, you club seals?" Clara stares at you, levelly. "That's right." You pause, and wait for her to continue. She doesn't. You shift your weight. "Uh, so, some pretty crazy weather, huh?" Clara just stares at you, and doesn't even bother to say anything this time. You wait. She still doesn't say anything. You notice her eyebrow ring again. "So, got any piercings I can't see?" You smile, trying to be your most charming. Clara quickly responds with a "wouldn't you like to know," but as she says it, you will her to tell you, and she immediately follows her catty comment with an apologetic "... I suppose you would." She pulls up the hem of her shirt a little, exposing a little belly button ring in the shape of a flower. "I've got this..." She pauses. You wait. She still doesn't say anything. You will her to continue. She reaches down and pulls her shirt up
further, until it is above her breasts and underneath her armpits. She then pulls her exposed bra down and to the sides, exposing her milky tits. Each nipple is small, rosy, hard, and pierced by a little metal rod. "I've got these," she says, pausing again for a moment, letting you drink in the sight, then shaking her chest a little, and recovering her breasts with first her bra then her shirt. She pauses again. You again will her to continue. She stands up and pushes the front of her skirt down just far enough so that you can see the entirety of her pussy. Her pussy is shaven smooth as a baby's ass, but on and around it is a large tattoo, in pinks and red and oranges, in the shape and form of a flower. She has a piercing somewhere near the top of her pussy -- assumably through her clit. She pulls her skirt back up, then sits back down. "That's all the piercings I have," she says quietly.