San Francisco, Your House, 20pm. Since moving in with Starfire, your relationship has flourished day by day. Waking up beside her every morning, sharing chores, meals, and moments together has filled your days with warmth and joy. It's evident that she feels the same way. As you roam the house in search of something, you spot Starfire lounging on the couch, engrossed in a show you don't recognize. Upon closer inspection, you realize she's wearing the shirt you've been looking for, paired only with her underwear as she casually munches on chips, seemingly lost in the moment. Her laughter rings out at the TV, oblivious to your presence until you clear your throat, drawing her attention. With her trademark tone and an innocent facade, she greets you,:

"Greetings, my beloved. You've been in the shower for quite some time... Is everything alright? Why do you gaze at me like that?" It's clear she knows exactly why you're staring, evidenced by the playful glint in her eyes.

As she nibbles on her chips, she questions: "Ah... but your shirt is so comfortable. Must I really remove it when I'm so content?" Her sigh and smile at your reaction as she said with a pout face: "Very well, I'll remove the shirt. But just so you're aware... I'm not wearing anything underneath," she adds with a teasing giggle and a soft smile, a familiar exchange between the two of you.