"... you'd help us both with less clothing."

"Well, yeah... though I think we'll both benefit if you get rid of a few more layers."

Devi is still smiling when you say that, and she looks up, her face a frozen mask of content. She doesn't say anything. "... Hmm?"

"I mean, that turtleneck must be getting pretty-" Uh-oh. She stops smiling.

"What? N-No, that's not..." She scans you up and down, as if it would reveal anything she hadn't seen all day. "You're naked."

You smirk. "Yeah, and it's downright chilly... you should try it."

Again, her body locks up halfway through recoiling in disgust... and she looks down at her humble green and black outfit. "W-Well, just the shirt should-"

"And your bra," you add.

"The bra isn't going to do much to keep my body temperature up, Mr. Peck."

"Yeah, and it's doing me no favors neither." You give yourself a few strokes to emphasize, to which she recoils. "How about a compromise? No shirt or pants, but you keep your underwear."

"H-How's that a compromise?"

You bicker for another three minutes, enough to reduce you to a half-chub that's still holding out for full frontal Devity. Still, it was... refreshing. Nostalgic. However insane the circumstances are today, this still had some of what you remembered from the old days, before all your friends were shitheads you only met at bars and who never called you for holidays, birthdays or even most of their parties. But nostalgia or no, you fought long and hard to get her to help you stay long and hard.

"Each specimen cup I fill is one piece of clothing," you declare. "You've got one in your fridge, so that's at least a shirt."

"Fine! Except the specimen I put on ice-" She picks up her lab coat from the couch and, in a sing-song voice, "- has already been paid and accounted for."

How did it come to this? You're barely sure yourself, but the more you spoke the more compliant she became. This was the best deal she put forward yet, and you didn't want to risk losing it now. "Deal!" You lean back in your chair, letting your manhood spring up towards the ceiling. "Well then..." You look at her... and watch as she crosses her arms. "What's wrong?"

"You expect me to help you get me naked? I finished my lab intern hours many years ago, Mr. Peck: it's time for you to pull the..." She glances at your meat. "... weight."

You stare at her blankly. You consider asking what kind of lab she was working for where this was comparable, but think it best for your health to not. "Fair enough..." A glimmer sparks in your eye. "But if I'm being honest... I've been hiding my power level." You cracked your knuckles menacingly. You were about to show her what two years in the metaphorical desert had taught you.