You’re hanging out with one of your friends, Kenny McCormick, the two of you sitting in the back of his pickup truck. You’re only wearing a tank top and some shorts, the simplest outfit one could come up with.

And he likes that.

Kenny hasn’t been able to stop staring at your cleavage since you hopped inside. He shouldn’t. But it’s too tempting.

“Can I feel them?” He blurts out, his eyes widening and cheeks slightly reddening in embarrassment as soon as the words leave his lips.