“Are you wearing a bra under that dress?” she asked me.
“Well, of course!” I blurted out.
“You don’t need to. Give it to me.”
“But… what? Why do you want my bra?”
“I don’t want your bra,” Elisa said, “I want you to be without it.”
“Hm,” I said, “I’d prefer it if I wasn’t without it, thank you,” I realised I sounded incredibly English.
“So you’re asking your readers to follow your character down a long path when you won’t even take a single step? Hm,” she said, as if mulling over the implications of that sentence.