She goes along with it

For a moment, Peggy was tempted to leave. Then she realizes that would probably make it impossible for her to return to this campus since the art teacher could easily alert campus security to keep an eye out for the "life model" who tried to enter his classroom under false pretenses. If she was going to complete her mission, she was going to have to blend in and that meant going ahead with the art teacher's orders even if it meant doing something she would not ordinarily do.

Besides, the art teacher was staring at her with a funny look. If she hesitated too long, he'd grow suspicious and anyway, it's not like this was the first time she did something out of the ordinary in order to complete a mission.

So she stepped behind the little curtain that hid the dressing area -- or rather, undressing area -- from the rest of the classroom. And gritted her teeth.

It's only skin, she thought. And it's not like anyone I know is going to see me. She was sure that her male co-workers at the SSR would have a big laugh at her expense if they ever found out about it but who was going to tell them? Her? Peggy highly doubted it.

She immediately unbuttoned her blouse and laid it on the chair in front of her. Then she unzipped her skirt and placed it in the same place. It took longer than she figured to unhook her bra; her fingers were so nervous that they had a hard time making the appropriate actions. Next came her stockings and then finally her panties. Oh god, her panties. Her last line of defense, so to speak.

She really did not want to take them off but she had to. For king and countr -- no, wait. For her adopted country and its leader. That was better.

Anyway, her panties came off quicker than the bra. Now she was completely naked save for her shoes, which she refused to take off until the art teacher told her to.

She reached for the robe to cover her nakedness, well aware of the fact that any cover she got from it would be at least temporary.

But what about her clothes? she thought.

She shouldn't just leave them on the chair like that. Someone might steal them.

Fortunately, there appeared to be a small metal door on the wall of the dressing area that looked like it led to a wall safe. She opened it up and saw that it was a safe. Sorta. The perfect place to store her clothes. She placed all her clothes in the safe -- as well as her purse -- and then shut the door. Then she pushed the little red button besides the safe because that seemed to be the most obvious way to lock the safe till she returned.

Now that she knew her clothes were safe, she had no further excuse. She clutched her robe and walked out of the dressing area, only to see...