[It was never about being "good enough" o not. YoRHa has... its own priorities, ones she's going to need to have a good long think about later. Not now.
She takes hold of the hem and pulls, up and over his head in an easy, fluid motion that he can feel actually surprises her a bit; a part of her had expected it to get stuck or something similarly embarrassing. She doesn't stop to appreciate his bare chest yet, but takes his hand in a gentle grip and guides him up and back to the zipper on the back of her suit. Pull that down and he can peel the whole thing off her, shed it like a second skin.]
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She takes hold of the hem and pulls, up and over his head in an easy, fluid motion that he can feel actually surprises her a bit; a part of her had expected it to get stuck or something similarly embarrassing. She doesn't stop to appreciate his bare chest yet, but takes his hand in a gentle grip and guides him up and back to the zipper on the back of her suit. Pull that down and he can peel the whole thing off her, shed it like a second skin.]