She has an ultimatum of her own

"You know what?" Kristen asks with a side eye, "you're so ungrateful. All of the women in your life dumped you because of your bad luck with their clothes, and now that you've found someone that accepts you for that, you turn around and make it her problem!

In fact, I should probably be the one dumping you!"

"Honey..." you try to reason with her but she gives you the hand.

"Don't 'Honey' me, John. I should dump you, but I think I have a better idea..." she tickles the hem of her shirt.

"What are you doing?" you ask her as she swipes her shirt off. She hasn't worn a bra for years, since your bad luck has made it uneconomical to keep replenishing them, so she stands before you topless as she throws her shirt to the floor.

"Since you have a problem with me being naked even though it's your fault," she unbuttons her shorts and pushes them and her panties down with one fell swoop, standing naked before you for hardly the first time, "I'm going to stay naked until you give me that ring or break up with me and free me from this curse."

You try to talk with her again before she scoops up her clothing from the floor and throws it on the laundry pile before walking off, her bare backside hypnotizing you like they always do.