Her gait.

"What is it?" D.va asked as the director looked at her. "What kind of entrance was that?" he asked her as she looked at him. "I'm being cheerful" she stated cautiously as he looked at her. "Your body language certainly doesn't say it" he stated as she was confused. "I'm smiling aren't I?" she asked as he looked at her. "You're way too stiff, your scientist character has had a hard day at work, she's coming home to her shower for some relaxation time and leaving the world behind" he stated angrily. "So swing your hips a little and hum a bit, you're about to masturbate in your shower" he stated to her as she looked at him.

"What?" she asked as he frowned. "Sorry I meant think about how happy you'd feel if you're about to go use the showerhead to masturbate" he stated as she looked at him. "The script said nothing about this..." she stated as he looked at her. "Of course it doesn't, we aren't going to have you fucking cum yourself using a showerhead, but the implication when you lower it down and smile in the script... what did you think it meant?" he asked as D.va frowned. "Oh... I suppose that makes sense" she agreed as he looked at her.

"Ms Song, I don't care if you are a pristine little virgin or the dirtiest skank, but we need you to get in the mindset of a stressed out female worker who needs a bit of sexual relief from her frustrating day. So imagine how eagerly this woman is to get out of her clothes and get herself some tension relief from her friendly household showerhead" he stated as D.va supposed that made sense. "Now go back in and when you come out this time show a little more sexual excitement and vigour, your a few seconds away from washing away your stress" he stated as D.va nodded and headed back in.

"This scene had a lot of overly-sexual tone as is, but they didn't tell me my character was meant to be so rambunctious" D.va thought with annoyance as she practised swaying her hips for a few seconds to try and get a strut on and tried to whistle a merry enough sounding tune as she heard "action" from inside and started whistling as she headed towards the door to the stageroom, this time entering a lot more gracefully to the room as if she was back home after a long day as she entered the stage and wasn't told to stop as once she was in the room she headed over to the shower and turned it on, whistling as she did so.

"This is it" she thought miserably as she reached behind her dress to the zipper and the director didn't like what he was seeing. "Cut! Cut! Cut!" he angrily demanded as he looked at her. "Why aren't you removing your dress over your head" he asked as D.va frowned. "This dress is really tight" she complained as he scowled. "What's the point of showing you removing your dress if there's no motion. We need something more energetic, you have long hair, so why not show it coming loose as you pull the dress off and throw it away... that's far more appealing" he stated as he looked at the assistant who had talked to D.va earlier.

"Go get her a looser dress that can be pulled up over her head, and do it fast or you're fired" he stated as the woman sprinted off as he looked at D.va. "In the meanwhile since we can't do any fucking thing, I might as well ask do you have any more confusion with this scene? At this rate if you can't take your bloody clothes off and perform a simple shower scene we're not going to have lunch till much later" he complained as she looked at him. "No. The script tells me to just focus on getting naked and into the shower and you have enough cameras to get the shots you want so long as I stand on the markings" she stated, knowing that one camera was there to make sure that when she would turn to look out of the shower, the horizontal plastic splitting part of the shower door would cover her vagina completely, although maybe not her bush which she hadn't really had time to remember to shave in a few weeks.

By now the assistant girl was back as she handed D.va a bright blue dress that was knee length and so loose it could have been mistaken for a nightdress. "Alright go get changed behind the stage and tell us when you're ready" the director stated as D.va hurried back behind the stage and unzipped her dress, pulling it down off her shoulders and over her hips as she heard a "holy shit" and looked up to see two guards staring at her as she blushed. She knew she was going to have people staring at her fully naked soon, but at least they weren't going to be commenting on her like the two men staring at the girl wearing nothing but a pink bra and panties both decorated with black frills as she quickly pulled on the blue dress, making sure it was comfortable as she headed back to the doorway and nodded to the director before getting ready for the third attempt to shoot the scene.

Entering, whistling she followed the same script and then turned to the cameras, making sure to not look as if she was sentient of them as she reached down to the lose blue dresses lower edges and brought it up as she was about to remove it over her head when she heard "Cut!" again as she brought the dress back down in frustration and looked at the cameramen and women. Many of them were just staring at her, having gotten their first glimpses of her underwear and toned body, others looking bored and tired of a long workday that even a girl in her panties and bra wasn't going to perk them up, and then there were one or two cheeky ones she could see already rewinding the camera footage, squirming to make sure no-one saw their erections starting to form.

"Ms Song, could you remove your dress again please?" he asked her as she frowned. "We aren't filming right now though" she stated as he looked at her. "Yes I know, but right now we need to see you without that dress on if that is alright" he stated as D.va sighed and took off the dress, leaving it resting on the fake toilet in the bathroom set for a second as she stood before the entire crew in her undergarments as most of them were just looking at her longingly, imagining what they would do to her as she squirmed in awkwardness. "Alright, what is this you need me to stand around like this for?" she asked, genuinely upset at the feeling of having done something wrong and standing before every other clothed person as if she was being scolded and punished.

"Ms Song, what breast size are you?" he asked as she frowned. "I'm not sure if that's your business" she responded a little defensively as he frowned. "If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say you are an A, am I right?" he asked as D.va looked at him. "Sir, what you are doing right now is bordering on sexual harassment depending on whether I want it to be or not" she warned him as he looked at her. "Ms Song, I am not trying to comment on you in a way to make you uncomfortable, I merely am wondering if you actually wear a bra frequently or not?" he asked her as he stared at her and she stared back in anger, before sighing.

"Of course I don't wear a bra frequently" she stated with annoyance. "My nipples aren't that sensitive compared to some girls and my breasts don't bounce even if small ones can, so why would I wear such a restrictive piece of clothing unnecessarily" she thought as he looked at her. "Do you think you could take your bra off from now on, you'd just look better in this scene and more believable if you only had panties on underneath your dress" he stated as the female assistant looked at the director. "Sir, you do know that girls with small breasts do wear bras. Our chests are different than mens even if a flatter girls might look like one" she explained as he looked at D.va.

"It appears I was mistaken Ms Song, so just do whatever feels like what you do normally with regards to your underwear state" he suggested as D.va blushed. "I can't tell him that I don't wear underwear at all... this movie wants me to wear underwear, so I suppose I have to lie" she stated as she smiled at him. "I wear panties, but I don't wear a bra usually" she stated as she unhooked the piece of fabric and slid it off her shoulders as she brought one hand up to cover her small breasts as with the other she headed over to the female assistant, wearing only her stringy frilly pink knickers as everyone was eagerly looking at her legs, flat abdomen... and even flatter chest which left a lot to be desired, a glance at it making it tough to tell was it a man or a womans without a bit more inspection to notice the little bit of curving and protruding fatty tissue. "Could you take this back to my room?" she asked the assistant who nodded and left as D.va went over to the toilet to recollect her dress, feeling everyones eyes on her bare back and panty covered ass that along with her pretty Korean face was the saving grace of her body, at least some muscle having built up in her gluteal region where fat hadn't on her chest.

Pulling on her blue dress in the backstage she glared at the two men who were having a good stare at her as she made sure it was orderly and then was called back onto the stage again as she cleanly removed her dress this time and let it drop to the floor and then undid her characters sandals before with a grimace untying the ropes on either side of her frilly G-string as she let it drop to her feet and stepped into the shower as she heard "cut" and turned to see the director staring at her.

"Alright, that's perfect Ms Song. You have a one minute break to get ready for the next scene, the towel on the wall you can use to cover yourself while we wait to make sure the footage is good" he stated as he pointed to a towel on the fake windowsill of the set and D.va quickly wrapped it around herself and sat down on the toilet. Everyone was busy analysing the scene as thankfully only a few were looking at the slightly wet asian girl in only a towel sitting a few metres from them, and those who did certainly weren't making their horny enthusiasm unknown as D.va clutched the towel over her tits and vagina as the director suddenly looked at her.

"Ms Song. Might I ask you what you were thinking?!" he asked in annoyance as D.va paled.