Now, she wanted my pants too.
"W-Wait!" The woman jolted upright, nearly knocking over her chair. Her hands clutched the hem of her shirt as if that alone would shield her from the absurdity of the situation. "What do you mean, pants as well?"
The researcher, who had been the driving force behind this entire ordeal, met her wide-eyed stare with a calm expression. "I mean, it wouldn't exactly be a full-body examination if his pants were still on, would it? He wouldn't be able to expose everything with fabric in the way."
"T-That means… the underwear too?" she stammered, her voice breaking slightly.
"Well, yes. I wouldn't be able to conduct a proper analysis if there was anything left covering him, now, would I?"
"But underwear is…" Her fingers trembled as they gripped the edge of her coat.
"You're the calmest person I've ever met, yet you're afraid of seeing a man's privates?" the researcher arched a brow at her reaction.
