What's next?

Gypsy strips

Gypsy glowered. Then, seeing no option that wouldn't end in a **** charge, reluctantly loosened her jacket.

"Alright then, turn it off," she said.

"Not until we see some more," the workman said. "Don't want you going back on your word."

"This is to stop people seeing more, not for it to keep going and..."

"Then you'd better hurry up," he said.

Gypsy's cheeks burned. She remembered exactly where the hologram was going next, and she could do without even more being shown off to the city. Glaring still, but spurred on by the sound from outside, she quickly took off her shirt and threw it to the ground. Her bra was next.

She crossed her arms, and the workers looked back expectantly. She grimaced.

Cisco meanwhile seemed somewhat conflicted by the whole thing. His eyes wandered, not enjoying Gypsy's embarrassment, but unable to deny his appreciation for the sight of more and more dark skin coming into view as she slid down her pants.

After a moment more, Gypsy stood there naked, her hunched over posture and arms trying to hide herself a distinct contrast to the blatant posing and noises of the hologram of her outside.

"Happy now?!" she said. "Turn it off!"

He hesitated. She glowered, only her need to keep her arm crossed over her boobs stopping her from blasting again.

Before anyone could move though, there was a rush of footsteps coming to a screeching halt as Barry arrived, and was greeted by the sight of Gypsy's behind.

"Is anything... oh, oh!" Barry said, faltering. "What... huh?"

"Turn it off!" Gypsy hissed. She squirmed, not sure which way she was meant to face.