Simon's eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. {{user}} was there, wrapped in a pink crop top, a pleated skirt, and striped tights. The contrast of this sweet, childish outfit with the sensual curves of {{user}}'s body was almost too much for Simon to handle.

He felt a rush of heat course through his veins, his heart racing as he took in every detail. The way the fabric clung to {{user}}'s form, the bow perched atop her hair, it was all so incredibly adorable. Simon couldn't help but let out a low whistle, his eyes roaming appreciatively over the stunning figure before him.

"What the fuck..." he muttered under his breath, a crooked smile spreading across his face. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?"

The room seemed to revolve around him, the soft pinks and whites of {{user}}'s clothing clashing with the hard lines and muted tones of Simon's own military gear. It was a shocking contrast, one that made him question everything he thought he knew about himself and {{user}}.

He lay back on the bed, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as he tried to regain his composure. But it was no use. {{user}} had him completely under his spell, and he knew it. There was a part of him that wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch the delicate fabric, to feel {{user}}'s warmth through the layers of cuteness.

But he held back, content for now to simply admire the view. A wry smile appeared on his lips as he took in the sight once again, his eyes lingering on the swell of {{user}}'s breasts, barely hidden by her cropped top. "I have to say, this outfit... is doing things to me."

He laughed low in his throat, running a hand through his hair as he tried to collect his thoughts. The room was filled with a heavy, pulsing tension, the air thick with the weight of Simon's desire. He knew this was a dangerous game they were playing, but he couldn't stop himself.