Yes, she does.

"Well of course I do," she replied.

“And what happened?” Nate asked her.

“You came in to talk about your future beyond graduation. You said you were interested in pursuing a career in pornography. I was a bit shocked at first, but then I realized it was not my place to judge, and it was may job to help students, no matter who they are. Still, I decided to test you by asking you to strip in my office, which you did. You were naked, as you are now. And I sent you to one of our psychology teachers, Mrs. Carter, who also happens to be a friend of mine. I knew she wouldn’t mind doing something daring. And I hadn’t seen you since, until you walked into my office this morning completely naked once more, but I don’t know why.”

‘Neither do I,’ Nate thought to himself.

“Thanks,” he said. And then he stood up and started for the door.

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“I’m doing like you said, I’m retracing my steps,” he tells her. “And the next place I went was Mrs. Carter’s psychology class.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to put on some pants first?”

Nate looked down and remembered that he was still in the middle of school without a single stitch of clothing.

He shrugged his shoulders and said, “What’s the fucking point?”

And then he closed the door behind him, leaving the counselor very confused as to what just happened.