Seeing the way Kafka's gaze was locked on her with such insistence, Olivia felt her entire body stiffen. His eyes didn't waver for even a second, and she realized with a sinking feeling that there really was no way out of this.
'He's not going to let this go...'
"Fine." She muttered finally, her voice quiet but tinged with frustration. "I'll...I'll do it."
A faint smirk played on his lips at her reluctant agreement, but she ignored it, glancing down awkwardly before looking back up at him.
"But...there's a problem." She said hesitantly. "With one hand holding onto you, I can't exactly unstrap my bra from behind." Her cheeks flushed red as she bit her lip, trying not to imagine how ridiculous she sounded. "So...I don't know what to do."
To her surprise, Kafka didn't look concerned in the slightest. Instead, his smirk deepened. "That's not a problem at all."
Before she could even process his words, she felt his hand slide behind her back.
