The interview starts out fully clothed

Still, Nicola soldiered on, knowing that she couldn't just waltz into the office butt naked, especially given the perverts running the joint who made Priscilla look positively virginal. She was grateful for the 15-minute buffer she always afforded herself as she stumbled through the parking lot and went into the office.

"Ah! Miss Ramakrishnan!" Mr. Dieters greeted her and shook her hand. Nicola was quite puzzled by his demeanor - he always just called her "Nicky" even when she told him it wasn't appropriate.

The two sat down and went to business.

"So how long have you been working in the Communications Department?" Mr. Dieters began.

"For the past several years, right when everything opened up after Covid," Nicola started tempting fate and kicked off her boots, peeling off all the pairs of socks she had on except the very bottom ones - she counted 12! - and putting them back on.

"Yeah, those were some tough times," Mr. Dieters continued as Nicola slid her sari down and off, showing him nothing but a hoodie and sweatpants. This was hardly appropriate business attire, but Mr. Dieters didn't seem to mind.

"Oh yeah, I had been laid off in March of '20," Nicola pulled her sweatpants down and off, seeing a skirt underneath that reached the middle of her thigh. No wonder she could barely walk outside! Oh well, she could still feel all the pairs of shorts underneath them, but already she felt much cooler than she had - the skirt was a bit shorter than she would have liked, but now it was a blessing as most of her legs were bare and felt the cool office breeze.

"I mean, you really proved your worth when we hired you," Mr. Dieters moved on with Nicola swiping her hoodie off and seeing a bunch of t-shirts. Nicola rubbed those t-shirts and felt the ruffles of a work blouse under them, so she took them off - five, she counted! - and dumped them on the floor next to the socks and pants and sari she had discarded.

Now Nicola was mostly dressed appropriately, with work boots that were a bit too informal for her liking but served the purpose, a skirt, and a blouse. Of course, the skirt and blouse still had plenty of layers and items underneath them, and Nicola still felt hot in them, but she was right now content with how she was dressed.

"Why thank you," she blushed, and not only due to the compliment. There was, of course, the looming possibility that Priscilla could just come and zap her clothes back off. But, on that note, Nicola had not noticed any sizeable reaction from Mr. Dieters to her striptease, and Priscilla's earlier granting of the no-judgment wish started to give Nicola curiosity as to how far she could push things.