Mina needs Izzy nude

One gentle hand slipped its fingers into Izzy's. The maid let herself be drawn up from the couch with Mina leading the way. Her legs were unsteady beneath her, and the chunky heels she wore felt three feet tall. It was too cold in the room. Her mouth felt numb, remembering what she'd been doing a second ago. This already felt like a sharp break from that feeling. The two men waiting outside the conversation pit shifted. Paul found an armchair near the window to settle into with his beer, and Ward leaning against the bar with arms crossed. She didn't feel right looking at them. Not that they had any reservation about looking at her. She felt at odds. On paper, she was much less dressed than Mina, but Mina had also been in a far more... compromised position, and she didn't seem to care at all, like she'd forgotten the men were there. Her friend stood before her in the open space between the conversation pit and the floor-to-ceiling windows. Only the highest of the lights in the town down the mountain were visible, and they were very far away. Tystalten was hidden, or dark, Izzy's head was spinning and she couldn't tell one from the other.

Mina's pale eyes traveled down Izzy's body. Her mouth curved. She said nothing. Her hand alighted on Izzy's shoulder, but it only stayed there for a second. It fell slowly down the front of Izzy's torso until it slipped under the waistband of her stockings. Her fingers found the top button of the gray bodysuit between her legs and worked it free with the same precision she'd shown with the credit card and the cocaine. "You're shaking," she observed.

Izzy swallowed. Mina's hand was so warm, and so... near. She felt ****. "I'm nervous," she said.

Mina didn't answer that. The second button came undone. The fabric gaped open. Izzy shivered. Eyelids fluttered. She was glad Mina half blocked her from the men. "Take it off," Mina suggested.

Because of course, it would have to be her. Dutifully, Izzy reached down and slipped out of the suit, trying to preserve as much grace as she could. Fuck, it was cold. Something as crazy as this should've been saved for the summer months. It never got warm up on the mountain, but it was a lot better than mid-February. There she was in a black bra and black panties. Old faithful, not so faithful tonight. Working clothes. A lady wasn't meant to be seen in her most boring underwear, but she'd skipped her chance to turn back out of vanity. So she stood there, knowing all three were watching, and resting her weight equally on the heels of both her shoes. The shoes were plain, too. Knowing what came next, she still wanted to keep them with her. They were a link to the person she'd been before stepping through Engblom's door.

Mina stepped behind her. Izzy felt her soft fingers at the clasp of her bra, and then that too was gone, and her friend threw it away. She crossed her arms over her chest instinctively, but Mina made a small sound of reproach. "C'mon, babe," she sighed. She took Izzy's wrists and tugged them down to her sides. Izzy stood exposed, small breasts bare, her chest stippling with goosebumps.

Mina guided her down. The wood floor was cool against her bare back. She stared up at the high ceiling, at the track lighting that swam in her vision, and then Mina was above her, blotting out the light.