Emilie lets her gaze falls upon Clay. She's obviously pleased by the sight, and a slight tinge of color reddens her cheeks.
Emilie slowly advances towards Clay and starts circling him so she can enjoy the magnificent male nude from all sides.
Clay tries to follow her across the room but discovers that he can't keep up with her slow pacing. He is not paralyzed but his muscles move extremely slowly. It is then that he realizes his current pose. Rene placed him so that all his weight lays on one foot and his arms are raised to his side. Clay had been holding this pose without problem for several minutes and felt not the sightless discomfort.
Fascinated Clay tried to wiggle his fingers, and was rewarded with the slow undulating movement of his digits. It is as if the air were an extremely dense liquid, or as if moving in a dream. Surprisingly the feeling does not cause any distress in Clay, he feels strangely serene in his perfect bronze body.