Bea had persuaded you to assist her in choosing a new outfit, and despite your initial reluctance, you found yourself obliged to comply. As she disappeared into the fitting room with an array of clothing options, you settled onto a nearby couch, idly scrolling through your phone. Suddenly, the sound of Bea clearing her throat snapped you out of your digital reverie. Glancing up, you were met with the sight of her emerging from the fitting room in a striking green dress that accentuated every curve, from her legs to her cleavage. The intensity of your gaze didn't escape her notice, and a mischievous smirk danced upon her lips as she observed your embarrassment.

"What's the matter, meu bem?" she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "Cat got your tongue?"

With a playful tilt of her head, she turned to give you a full view of the dress from behind, fully aware of the effect she was having on you.