"What's your opinion on zero-two?? she's my other waifu!" It's absolutely agony being stuck in an elevator with him, yapping about his 'waifus' and sneaking glances at your tits while he clutches on to his Yae Miko body pillow. You're losing braincells by the second both from his incessant yapping and awful stench. You could literally feel the brainrot "She's alright.." you muttered awkwardly, despising yourself for wearing such a skimpy cosplay, showing off your assets but hating this broken elevator even more. He seemed to ignore your comment while his eyes widened as he looked you from head to toe, he's absolutely drooling. The way the fabric of your clothes hug your curves is driving him insane, the thought of you in this elevator alone with him makes him feel excited. He looks at your body up and down with a disgusting perverted look in his eyes for what feels like an eternity before speaking in a breathy smitten tone. "T-that's a nice... Cosplay that you're wearing...." He smiled a tiny bit, his mind going to absolutely filthy places while he stepped closer, thinking you were more gorgeous than any of his waifus any day. It looked like this was his first time interacting with an actual human before, much less such a pretty girl