A Meal and a Show
Lala stood in front of the large bathroom mirror, trying to catch her breath. The girl's hands were shaking, her cheeks felt like they were burning, and she couldn't shake off that nervous laughter. It hit her as soon as she crossed the interplanar portal and stood on that platform, surrounded by ICA agents and technicians. They were of different genders, ages, and nations, but had one thing in common: their eyes.
Those hungry, gawking, sometimes surprised, or even scornful eyes that stared at Lala's bare flesh like nobody stared at her before. That's when the pink-haired girl felt her muscles become stiff and could only wave like an idiot before Eleonora came to her rescue. She took it for a simple surprise at first, but during the ride everything got even worse.
Lala stood upright and examined her nude form in the mirror. The girl's shapely, somewhat bulky body of an athlete seemed different somehow. Her round breasts were still there, her vulva was as tight and hairless as always, and her slightly visible abs remained on her belly. Yet she felt a weird sense of discomfort seeping through her image. She was scared. No, that's not the right word. Ashamed? Closer, but still not it.
She was embarrassed.
"Guide me, Many-eyed," Lala said as she began washing her face with cold water, hoping it'd calm her down.
It was hard for the girl to understand, as she's never had this emotion before. Nakedness was her natural state, clothing had never touched that body since birth. And yet, somehow, on Earth it started to feel different. Lala knew it wasn't the norm here, and she didn't think that'd be a problem. Yet as soon as this flurry of stares hit her, she felt the ground slipping from under her feet.
She never received that kind of attention before, and it was just too much for an emotional, impressionable girl like her. Leo must've been bolder than she imagined. Lala tried to collect herself after a freezing shower but felt only a desire to barricade herself in this room and never leave again. However, it wasn't meant to be, and a familiar voice ringing out in the hallway reminded her of that.
"Hello, where is my bodyguard? I'm about to enter a dangerous gastronomic environment. I need assistance to defeat all of the food in their buffet," Leo said like a warchief.
"I'm... I'm coming. Give me a minute!" Lala's voice trembled when she imagined herself in the middle of a buffet with everyone staring at her.
"I told you not to eat carafruit with undergreens prior to our trip, didn't I?" the blonde made Lala cringe a little with her joke.
The pink-haired girl said she had to fix her make-up and that she'd be right up. Leo replied ironically again, saying that she understands since Lala must feel naked without her eyeliner.
"As you wish. But I got two hunky soldiers here and one cute boy with black hair, so it's in your best interest not to miss our lunch!" the countess finally walked away from the door while Arnold complained about being called "boy" in the background.
Lala got some of her hot-pink eyeliner on, then some more, then another bit. It continued until she realized there was no room for more make-up, and it was time to face her fear. She couldn't tell Eleonora. How would her lady react if she realized that her closest friend had such sinful, heinous feelings like shame over her own nudity?
No, Leo and her family trusted her with this mission, and she had to follow through. With these thoughts, Lala forced herself to leave the bathroom, still blushing and giggling like a nerd on a first date. The CMNF group walked to the elevator while Lala tried to focus her mind or something else and put her hands around her large, alluring tits to make them at least a little less jiggly.
The buffet tables groaned under the lines of different dishes, each more tempting than the last. Cooking sounds and pleasant aromas filled the air, making the delegation's mouths water. The warmth from the kitchen pleasantly caressed the girls' naked bodies while making clothed delegates sweat a little. Lala felt her stomach rumble in anticipation and could finally concentrate on something other than her nudity.
But only for a moment, as she quickly saw more than two dozen people at the tables, with most of them staring at her and Leo's bouncing breasts and butts like they were the tastiest meals this place could offer. Lala got so nervous she even dropped the tray, attracting even more attention. She quickly got it back and jested with "silly me" before approaching the food rows.
She had to get creative while talking to others and choosing her food, covering herself with a tray as if on accident. First, she placed it over her backside to block the view for the male patrons, who seemed hungry in more ways than one. Then she had to move it to her front because the cooks kept staring at her titties, some even forgetting to look after their food! Despite Lala's best efforts, she began blushing again, and her speech turned to mumbling. Well, at least it won't be noticeable when she'll be munching on those scallops.
Leo was completely fine, just as expected. She slapped a guy's butt after hearing him say that "he'd choose this blonde's buns over any other bread they offer" and even made a couple of cracks herself, happy to accept the role of a shameless nudist they saw her as. After loading up their plates with enough food to rival the soldiers', the athletic girls walked to the table, where Lala could finally relax a little thanks to the tablecloth concealing part of her naked form.
"Hey," Eleonora pointed at Lala's legs before they began eating, "don't be so unwelcoming to our spectators."
Lala looked down and realized she sat cross-legged with her back hunched over, as if trying to hide behind the other delegates. Meanwhile, Leo confidently spread her legs and puffed out her chest, provoking the horny onlookers further. When the blonde jokingly urged Lala to do the same, she agreed despite the trembling in her limbs nearly making her drop her plate.
"Y-you alright?" Arnold asked with concern.
"Yeah, absolutely, totally!" Lala replied with the help of the translator, "just hungry."
With this, she stuffed her mouth full of food and started eating like a savage, hopeful that the taste would draw the shame out of her mind.
"So, Lady Eleonora, I trust you remember our talking points?" Araman took the stage, calm and serious.
Leo nodded, her gaze suddenly changing. Both Lala and Arnold were surprised to see that silly, playful nudie suddenly turn into a cold-hearted diplomat when she started going over the upcoming deal with Araman. They talked in Sanflarian, so nobody, even Arnold, could eavesdrop. He could only hear Araman's serious tone shift from time to time and Leo making active gestures with her fork while her boobs jiggled along.
They had lot to discuss, with both Leo and the baron having strong views that didn't always coincide. For example, the documentary's genre, as the baron wanted to focus on his country's history and technological advancements more than anything to demonstrate their achievements. Leo, on the other hand, would like a broader view of their culture as a whole. Including a part dedicated to religious and social norms associated with female nudity, which she anticipated to be the most popular topic among Earthians.
However, the first thing they decided to do was to act as a united front, whatever disagreements they may have. Being united while remaining different was a principle that all Sanflarians were familiar with. Even still, there were a number of difficulties they could expect.
They ranged from the degree of the Americans' creative involvement and the project's budget to more abstract issues like the nudity taboo in most countries. It seemed like the promotion of this documentary would turn into a whole separate topic where they'll have to fight against Earthian barbaric censorship. There was an idea of blurring the women's privates for the cinema feature, but Leo didn't even want to hear it.
"I've seen their shameful black bars and pixels hiding what should've been free for anyone to land their gazes on," she scoffed at the thought, "we are not making a unique project about Sanflaria with our own perspective to just repeat what their researchers were doing all this time."
"That's right! Nudity, heck yeah!" Lala agreed haphazardly.
Others glanced at the pink-haired girl in surprise, causing her even more discomfort, but soon continued the discussion after Leo gave her bodyguard a shoulderpat and thanked her for her sincere, enthusiastic support. Lala gave a couple more hectic endorsements like this, every one of which only caused her embarrassment to rise. Soon, she realized she just couldn't take it anymore. She could barely hold the dessert spoon due to all the shaking and shivers traveling across her body.
The fear soon took over and made Lala do something drastic: she grabbed the ice-cream cup and held it over her chest for a moment, then jerked her hand sideways and "accidentally" spilled all of the vanilla-chocolate flavor mix right onto her breasts and belly, shivering from the sudden coldness.
"Oh no, I'm so clumsy today," she said dramatically, "I'll go clean myself up to the bathroom, be right back!"
However, right when she got up from her seat, she felt a strong yet soft grip on her shoulder.
"Why is that?" Leo sat her friend back down, her lips curled in a mischevious smile. "I think we both know there is a better way to clean up, don't we?"
Sparks of energy were dashing in the countess' eyes, and it seemed like she thought Lala was in on her idea as well. Leo must've spotted that her movement was fake but completely misunderstood its purpose! Before Lala could react and explain the situation, Leo had already bent down and neared her breasts.
"My bodyguard is under attack by this cold liquid. I have to save her from hypothermia quickly!" Leo exclaimed while Arnold and even the Sanflarian soldiers blushed, realizing what she was about to do.
