Yep

Madani glowered for a long moment before, eventually, relenting. She glanced quickly around the hospital corridor.

Damn it, she wasn't going to just walk out, someone had to keep an eye on Russo. Even if the only way she could do that was-

"Fine," Madani said, voice low. "Inside. Not out here."

"Wherever's easiest," Dumont said. She nodded, relieved. "I'm glad you're agreeing to help."

Why was she acting like this was a reasonable thing to ask?! Madani took a deep breath, steadying herself, before walking ahead. Pointedly she didn't meet the eyes of either of the guards, keeping ahead of Dumont.

Then, once she was inside Russo's room, she firmly shut the door behind her. It lasted all of a second before Dumont opened the door again and followed her inside.

"What are you doing?" Madani said.

"I want to be in here in case there's a breakthrough," Dumont said.

"Oh no," Madani said. "No, I agreed to be nude for this weird idea of treatment you have, not to just get naked in front of you!"

"I wouldn't have thought I was any worse than Russo, given the views you've expressed," Dumont said.

Madani faltered. Damn it, there was just no good answer to this situation was there? Wearily, she exhaled.

Biting back a curse she turned away, but didn't say anything more. Apparently pleased, Dumont walked to her chair by the side of the room and sat down; Madani tried not to think about her.

She quickly took off her jacket. She laid it down on a table to the side of the room, taking a deep breath. Well this was happening; cheeks warming slightly, she glanced nervously to the door. Just so long as it stayed shut...

She kicked her shoes off next, her socks with them. Part of her just wanted to delay taking off any significant item of clothing for as long as possible.

Pausing, Madani looked back. Russo wasn't stirring.

"He's asleep," Madani said. "He can't see. Does it matter if-"

"He could wake up," Dumont said. "Think of it as being ready."

Don't remind her. Cheeks heating up slightly, Madani lifted shaking hands to start undoing her blouse; button after button opened, a glimpse of dusky skin became more and more obvious, the swells of her chest slowly becoming pronounced. And then she slipped it off, leaving her top half in just a dark bra.

Hesitantly she crossed her arms, glancing at Dumont. Was she seriously going to make her go through with this?!

Apparently so. Madani took another deep breath, and pushed her pants down. She bent over for as little time as she could, slipping each leg off her feet before straightening, long bronze legs now fully in view.

The Homeland Security agent stood there in her underwear, laying her pants with the rest of her clothes. Cheeks hot, she glanced sideways to Dumont.

"Happy?" she said.

"Did he see you in that?" Dumont said.

"Excuse me?!" Madani said.

"Will it be a memory trigger?" Dumont said. "I think it's unlikely that you'd wear the same underwear today of all days."

Oh, damn it. Madani took a deep breath, only to reach back.

Her hands trembled slightly as she undid her bra. It slipped off with far too much ease, straps sliding down her arms and cups falling from her chest; she deposited it on the table with one hand, keeping her other arm over her boobs, her forearm over one while her hand cupped the other, doing little to hide the curve.

Dumont raised her eyebrows. Madani swallowed, and with her free hand pushed down her last scrap of clothing; reluctantly she faced Dumont, silently praying no one was coming in the door as she bent forwards, ass to it.

When she straightened she was completely naked, her hand shaking slightly as it covered her pussy. She left her panties on the floor, unaware of any good way to pick it up that didn't involve exposing more.

Was she seriously going to have to do this every time she visited Russo?

Nude, Madani turned to face his bed. he had better still be sleeping; she bit her lip, face burning.

She took a tentative step forwards. She lingered in her usual position at the foot of his bed for a moment before suddenly realising it left her toned ass in easy view of Dumont; hastily she stepped sideways, moving to the side of Russo's bed, before faltering.

Was this really any better?! Now Russo had way too good a view of her. If he woke up, or if he was just feigning sleep... Ok, she had her arms, but they hardly compared to being dressed!