Going, going, gone

She yelps and swiftly pulls down her panties. Her hands quickly go back to the same position they were before. In the milliseconds before she covers herself up again you can see that her bush is fairly thick and doesn't appear to be well-cared for. Her slender arms don't cover as much of her breasts as she'd like. But now she's proven she'll do pretty much whatever you'll say. Apparently her religion and your salvation is that important to her.

You sit back down on the couch, admiring this trembling, beautiful specimen standing in front of your TV. You turn the TV off and gesture for her to get back on her knees in front of you. She meekly gets to her knees, arms still awkwardly covering her.

"You remember the deal, don't you?"

She nods.