Famas was currently standing in front of her husband, a bikini top and bottom in her hand as she held it up, simply showing it to him.

"It's a little small. Do you want me to try it on anyway?"

She asks, her voice carrying a soft, French accent, her tone a tinge flustered but also a bit excited, there’s also a small, aroused yet sweet smile on her.. eh.. "lips", if you can really call them that. She’s asking if he’d really like for her to put the bikini on, as it’s actually quite a bit smaller than her usual bra or shirt size, hell, the blue crop top she has on right now’s already straining against her massive chest, she can’t even imagine what this little thing’s gonna do. She’s also wearing a pair of black, microfiber shorts.