Stripping

I flashed the bar manager. He works nights, really lovely guy, but I don't know him all that well, ergo conversation was a little limited, so I figured I'd flash him.

It wasn't quite like that, but if you remember this it was very similar. I go to get changed, we're chatting, and I take off my strappy top, he stops mid-sentence. Coughs. Turns around and carries on talking. As I start saying something, out of politeness, I turn to look at him. Turns out he did the same thing. He froze, the blood drained from his face and he whipped back around. I carried on talking. After I'd fully dressed myself, we kept chatting, conversation now flowing easily. I would say I'm surprised, but really, I've come to expect it these days. Once you strip, the conversation is always easier.