

As the interview goes on and I move about in my chair, playing with my hair, both my dress and top slowly start to ride up. This happens often and I usually just have to pull them back down again before I expose myself, but this time, I choose not to. You carry on asking me questions desperately trying to keep eye contact but we both know that my nipples are creeping out of my top. You know I know and you clock that I don’t care so you don’t mention it and see how far I take it.