"Well, as you can tell, satyrs aren't particularly concerned about clothes. Bah, if you want to come with me, you have to follow the same rules," Bare grins.
John's mouth drops open, "Are you really suggesting that I strip out of my clothes?! That's crazy!"
The satyr shrugs and turns to continue on his way towards the woods, "Baah, suit yourself."
"W-wait!" John was more than a little embarrassed at the thought of walking around with no clothes, but he couldn't help but be intrigued, "Is that really my only choice?"
Barefurre nods, "Baah, take it or leave it. You wouldn't fit in the way you look now."
"Fit in?" John's cheeks fill even more with color, if that was even possible, "I see... can I at least wait until we have some privacy?"
"Bah, no can do, kid. If you need privacy, this isn't for you," the goatman once again turns to leave.
"Gah, okay, OKAY!" John wasn't even sure at this point if he wanted to do this, he just wanted to prove to the satyr that he could do this. Cheeks as red as tomatoes, he hesitantly starts to slip off his t-shirt, "You win, Bare."
The satyr grins and stops, turning back around to watch the human, his tail wagging, "Baah, I'm glad to hear that."
Piece by piece, John slips out of his clothes, draping each item over his arm until finally he steps out of his boxers, "Th-there. Happy now?"
"Very," Bare bleats with a grin, his eyes looking over the human, licking his lips lightly, "Are you ready, then?"
As a couple people walk out of the bowling alley and do a double take at the naked human, John nods eagerly, "Y-yes, lets go!"
"Baah, all right then," Bare chuckles as he starts into the woods, "Follow me, boy."