"Continue"

"I didn't tell you to stop"

Her eyes snap up. She glares at you, a mix of humiliation and loathing. Keeping one hand pressed against her breasts at all times, she rummages about with one hand to undo all the clasps on her garter and slide her stockings off her legs. Finally, after pausing for a moment, she quickly yanks her thong down and covers her crotch with her hand as quickly as she can. You get a look at her cunny nonetheless.

One hand pressed against her breasts, the other over her groin, she's standing in front of you naked hoping for the ordeal to be over, being judged like a piece of prize cattle.

And you deliver your verdict:

"...nice"

She groans.

"Satisfied?"