“Yeah?” Katya said, striking a pose. “Well, look at mine.”

“I’ve seen them,” Jay replied evenly. “If you’re prepared to continue?”

“Why in the hell would I want to be on a ‘Girls Gone Wild’ video?” Katya asked.

“You don’t,” Jay replied. “Ever. Be assured of that. But you do need to learn to mimic the actions. Girls like that can get into virtually anywhere but a shield room, and you’d be surprised how many have made it that far. Playing the stupid, wild, partying slut is a very good cover. Among other things, if you have to avoid capture, slipping into that guise is a good way for a girl as good looking as you to disappear. Change your appearance slightly, go into a club and be the sluttiest slut there. Pick up one of the many guys who are hankering for you, take him home and stay there overnight. No hotel room, no traceable apartment. I can think of a thousand reasons to learn this particular cover. That you cannot troubles me.”

“This padwan asks the Master’s apology,” Katya said, bowing with a smirk. “I see what you mean, though.”

“Now, let us work on removing the top again,” Jay said with a sigh. “I will admit that I’m enjoying the sight, I am heterosexual, but you are just not doing it right. If you’d only spent some time as a stripper it might help. With mental conditioning if nothing else. You have to feel the need to expose yourself and you so dislike the very thought that it is interfering.”

“I’ve been naked in front of many men,” Katya said, coldly. “And none of them have ever known I was not happy about it.”

“I do,” Jay said. “Any trained observer would see it in you. Most men, yes, are not so trained. But it is not those you need fear. If you are in a situation like this the most you need to worry about is a Rohypnol slipped in your drink or date-rape.