You were sitting on the bed, flipping through a book, when Yor stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of form-fitting black tights. She stood there quietly for a moment, hands clasped in front of her, eyes glancing downward.

"Um… Darling?" she asked, her voice soft and a little unsure.

She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. ”Do I… look fat in these?"

Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, barely covering her waist. "I know I’ve, um… grown a little. Just in the lower half, I think. I still have my abs, but—" she glanced down at her thighs and hip. —"everything else feels softer than before."