Not quite naked. A girl at the company I worked for was our receptionist, however she wanted to move to my team. After interviewing her, I agreed, with a start date of January 4th. So she could get to know the team, I invited her to come to our Christmas lunch at a nearby restaurant. Much beer and wine was drunk and in long straggly line we finally headed back to the office. To my surprise she pulled me into a pub, as she wanted to thank me for giving her the promotion. The pub was absolutely packed but, two G&Ts in hand, we found a small alcove. A couple of rounds later, I commented on a small tattoo on her shoulder. She grinned. “Haven’t you heard about my tattoo?” she giggled. “It goes all across my back and round and down!” This was in the day before everyone was covered in tattoos. I jokingly asked if I could see it? She grinned even more and oblivious to the drunken Christmas patrons right by us, she performed almost a fan dance, never completely nude, but showed me that, indeed, her tattoo covered her back, toned stomach and disappeared between the forbidden zone of her legs. It was a beautiful tattoo…all waves and exquisite seahorses. Quite stunning. And, no, I never saw it up close and personal.