"So, like, listen, Alric. This is really uncomfortable for me. I mean the last time a boy saw me naked was when my big brother was still changing my diapers. So could you, like, um, sorta stare at your feet or something and pretend you're not staring at my twat?"
"Whatever, Bree. Just drop the towel and dance already. This is embarrassing for me, too. I'll try not to be too obvious about peeking between my fingers. Sheesh! You've only got to make it once around the fire."
"Okay, well, I'm going to face toward you the whole time. I at least want to know if you're enjoying this." Luckily that birthmark's on my knee. That's the last place he'll be looking.