Take it off first, soldier. " He looked at her suspiciously. "Take what off?" "Your clothes. Entertain the troops. " "My clothes?" He frowned. "I was sort of thinking you might want to do that for me. " She shook her head and leaned back on one elbow, giving him her witchiest, bitchiest smile. "Strip. " "Now, listen here, Francie--" Lifting a languid hand, she once again pointed toward the center of the room. "Do it real slow, good-looking," she purred. "I want to enjoy every minute.
To know what that true self is without social pressure is to know your true nature.