The word reverberated through Darla's very being. Naked. A shiver went through her spine as she closed her coat, one button at a time. She tightened her scarf around her neck, almost strangling her. Rubbing her hands together, she walked around to find somewhere warm, but not finding it.
When someone else last saw her naked, she had shivered just as badly, only last time she wore a thin cotton gown and sat on a cold leather examining table. Her nudity only lasted for a few minutes.
Now someone else wanted to see her naked, and for what? For that someone else's titillation?
She didn't come all the way from Davenport to pose--naked--for someone else's pleasure. She would do this for herself, naked or not.