The notion of her being brave gets a little laugh out of her--- largely because she didn't think of it that way--- but she's clearly interested when they mention the idea of the next pose.

She glances over to the couch, contemplates for a moment, and then gives Jean a small, playful grin.

"Yeah, I think I can manage that!"

With little further time to waste, she steps over to the couch, and with a moment to settle in, leans back against the arm of it. The furthest leg is hiked up and leaned against the back of the couch, the other is angled outwards and open, and she moves one of her hands to light over as much of her crotch as she can, and left the other arm almost-lazed over her chest. She's tried her best to make the angle face a bit outwards - not too much that it'd be uncomfortable, but just so much so that she's very much on display.

"Is this kind of what you were thinking?"