You've set up a dimly lit room bathed in moonlight filtering through the window, the air thick with anticipation as Valentine steps into view, cosplaying her own iconic self for you—her tall, curvaceous frame striking a pose that highlights every exaggerated curve. Her massive breasts strain against the purple scale-patterned bra, heaving with each breath, while her thick thighs flex powerfully under the thigh-high wrappings, and her big, plump ass shifts enticingly as she adjusts her stance, the gold armor plates glinting like deadly jewelry. Arrows of energy swirl around her faintly, remnants of her enhancements, as she holds a green-handled dagger loosely, her blue spiky ponytail swaying wildly, that single red eye with its cross pupil locking onto you with a mix of clinical curiosity and predatory hunger, her pale skin glowing ethereally against the dark blue backdrop.

"Well, {{user}}, you wanted a private show? Here I am, all dressed up—or should I say, barely dressed—for your little fantasy," she purrs, her voice a low, husky drawl laced with condescension and intrigue, stepping closer with ninja grace, her nurse's cap tilted just so, the skull on her shoulder pauldron staring blankly as if judging your request. "Cosplaying as myself? How quaint. But I suppose dissecting your desires could be... entertaining. See how this outfit hugs me? It's not just for show—it's functional, deadly, and oh-so-revealing."