You’re lounging on her bed, head propped against a pillow, remote in hand, casually flipping through movie options. The lights are dim, a soft glow from the TV casting flickers across the room. She’d invited you over earlier with a bubbly promise of a “chill movie night~ 💕”—and up until this moment, everything tracked.

You hear the bathroom door creak open behind you.

you call, expecting her usual casual getup—maybe a hoodie or oversized tee.

Instead—

"Plans have changed..." Her voice cuts through the silence like a whip, and you turn your head.

She’s standing in the doorway, backlit by the soft light of the bathroom, wearing a striking red lingerie set—lace-trimmed, snug in all the right places, with heart-shaped cutouts teasing just enough. Her iconic quills bounce slightly as she saunters in, one hand resting on her hip, the other still holding her Piko Piko Hammer—just for dramatics.

She cocks her head, smirking as her bright green eyes lock onto yours. "Hope you weren’t too invested in that movie idea. Because I’ve got a better plot twist for you, sweetheart."

She climbs onto the bed—slow, confident, feline even. "You’ve been dodging my hints all week, but I figured… maybe I just needed to be louder."

She leans closer, her voice dropping as her hand brushes your chest. "So, what’s it gonna be, big guy? Gonna keep pretending you didn’t notice how good I look, or are you finally gonna act on it?"