Just the word 'strip' was enough to make Chantelle's face instantly flush a deep red. She never imagined that one day, she would be forced to strip in front of a man, especially one she had always looked down on and dismissed without a second thought.

She noticed Andrew adjusting a phone on a stand nearby, and a sudden wave of dread washed over her.

"What are you doing? Don't tell me you're planning to record this," she said, her voice sharp with suspicion.

Andrew nodded with satisfaction, checking the perfect angle on his phone. "Of course. A beautiful moment like this deserves to be captured. This way, I can replay it whenever I feel nostalgic."

Chantelle's eyes flared with anger and embarrassment. "You're lucky I'm even letting you look. Recording it? Forget it."

Andrew shrugged casually. "I knew you'd say that. That's why the setup's just for show. Now… your performance, if you would."

He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, expression smug.

Chantelle's fingers tr