Cindy Clarke rose to her feet, dragging Peggy Lewis up with her as well, "Get up."
Peggy Lewis, confused, followed Cindy's momentum and stood up.
"What's going on?" Peggy Lewis looked at her, puzzled.
Cindy took a step back and assessed Peggy from top to bottom, "Your figure is quite good, perfectly balanced, without any excess anywhere."
Cindy squeezed Peggy's waist, "You have no belly fat."
"Isn't that enough? What are you still worried about?" Cindy laughed.
"It's just a lack of experience, so everything feels worrisome." Peggy Lewis explained.
Cindy seemed to think of something, and whispered to Peggy, "You're wearing matching underwear, right?"
Peggy Lewis nodded, "Matching underwear is something I insist on."
Even though she had been single with no boyfriend, no one but herself could see what her underwear looked like.
But Peggy was adamant about this.
She wanted to look good. And she wasn't doing it for any man.