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,