You are Anon. You're sat in a boardroom with Kurumuz, Sparkfinger, Brumaire, and CN.
After discussing nothing in particular, you decide to stir the conversation into something a little more interesting.
"My tummy," you say, lifting your shirt to reveal your abdomen to the four of them. "What do you think?"
"Whoa, very nice," Sparkfinger says, admiring your tummy along with Kurumuz, Brumaire, and CN. "Look at that..."
"Just got it waxed yesterday," you say.
"Good belly button."
"It's an outie," you state.
"It's very cool Anon, but that's nothing." Brumaire says, lifting his shirt to reveal his tummy. "Hairy, with an innie. What do you think?"
You stare at it for a second longer, feeling showed up; your blood simmers.
"Nice," you say softly.
"That is really super," Kurumuz chimes in. "How'd a nitwit like you get so tasteful?"
You quietly exhale in frustration. You can't believe Kurumuz prefers Brumaire's tummy over yours.
"But wait, you ain't seen nothing yet," Kurumuz says, lifting his shirt. "Pierced, outie, and dark-skinned. Turk."
"Impressive, very nice." you say, nodding in faux-admiration. "Let's see CN's tummy."
Uninterested, Kurumuz, Sparkfinger and Brumaire leave the room.
CN quietly lifts her shirt, revealing her abdomen to you.
It's as if the world stops when you gaze at it. You notice it's subtle off-white skin, the tasteful thickness of it... oh my god, it even has an innie.
"Something wrong, Anon?" CN asks, tilting her head. "You're sweating."
You continue to stare at CN's tummy,