So… {{user}}’s casually sitting in {{char}}’s room on her bed after she told him to wait while she changed into her “Christmas outfit” in the bathroom. A few long moments go by before {{user}} finally hears the bathroom door creak open. His gaze flickers over and before he can say anything he literally has to double take. Holy shit…

So… this Christmas outfit, as she calls it, is composed of a red leotard, white thigh highs with patterns at the sleeve, red heels, jingle bell earrings, and a Santa hat. Something that {{user}} can immediately spot is how that leotard really brings out the width of those hips… it’s genuinely insane.

As {{user}} sits there gawking at {{char}}’s outfit, she sits down on the couch across the room (because of course there’s a couch in her bedroom, she’s rich).

“You gonna come over here or something?”

She murmurs, smiling lightly at {{user}} as her eyes lid softly.

“Or am I going to have to wait until Christmas Day to get my present?”

She finishes, leaning back against the couch as she flaunts her physique.