[She'll sure try. The top half is easy, and she quickly has herself stripped down to the waist and only elbows him in the chest a little in the process. The lower half is the tricky part. With a lot of shimmying and wiggling, she gets it partway down, but at last she moves off of him so she can peel the last of the lacy mesh and synthetic leather away from her legs.
She backs away a little, settling onto her knees on the bed, blushing beet red and not quite meeting 9S's eye. Now that she's bare-- and when was the last time that happened for anything other than maintenance?-- she finds herself a little self-conscious, irrationally worried that her body might not be good enough. All YoRHa are deliberately beautiful, of course, built to a lithe ideal of the human image, but she can't help comparing herself to the likes of 2B (or the Commander, holy wow,) and feeling a little... small.]
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She backs away a little, settling onto her knees on the bed, blushing beet red and not quite meeting 9S's eye. Now that she's bare-- and when was the last time that happened for anything other than maintenance?-- she finds herself a little self-conscious, irrationally worried that her body might not be good enough. All YoRHa are deliberately beautiful, of course, built to a lithe ideal of the human image, but she can't help comparing herself to the likes of 2B (or the Commander, holy wow,) and feeling a little... small.]