[Body Sculpt] Taking off your shirt will more than suffice.

When Chantel finally starts to notice the growing warmth and the strange, almost detectable scent mixed with that of bodily fluids, sweat and sex, she looks to you as if subconsciously aware of your insidious effect. Unfortunately for her libido, overstimulated as it has become, you've removed your shirt, revealing the finely chiseled body granted by your strange, rapid evolution. It registers in her brain, that seemingly perfect physique and every magazine ad she's ever seen, for underwear and colognes, as evidence enough of your status as a perfect mate. Were she not drowning in a sea of fuck, she might have enough reason left to turn you away, to refuse to drink in your masculine allure.