Make a show out of it.

"This is stupid..." Mai complained from the other side of the changing room door. I was seated a good bit in front of it. I had managed to convince her to put on a bit of a fashion show for me. She'd put on an outfit, then step out and let me see how it looked on her.

Naturally she protested, but it turns out I was quite good with what she called "the Ty Lee eyes". I'm guessing that was like the soulful dog eyed routine. Mai eventually caved in, warning me that she wasn't coming out if the clothes didn't fit her. So no overly tight shirts. But I was okay with that. This Mai robo-slut had been the best idea I had ever had.

The door opened and Mai stepped out in a rather plain outfit. A red long sleeved shirt with black jeans. She huffed, crossing her arms. "...they make my butt look big," she muttered. I made a twirling motion with my hand. "Turn around. I'll be the judge of that," I countered.

Blushing, Mai turned around. I could see what her problem was. Mai had selected pants with baggy legs...almost like cargo pants...but didn't take into account that the upper area might not be so spacious. It hugged her butt tightly...but apparently not uncomfortably so. "I think it looks fine," I said. Mai turned her head to glance at me out of the corner of her eye. "My butt or the jeans?" she deadpanned. I opted to plea the fifth on that one.

"Anyway," I said, "the shirt looks good. You've got no complaints about that, I take it?" Mai turned back around to face me and shook her head. "It covers what it's supposed to...and the red is...familiar to me." Now that she mentioned it, I noticed she had selected the Fire Nation's basic color scheme. Was she homesick?

"I vote you keep it. If it's not so tight that it hurts you, there's nothing wrong with it," I suggested. Mai mulled it over a moment before slowly nodding, letting out a sigh. "Very well...but if anyone starts staring at my butt, they're going to lose an eye," she remarked before going back into the dressing room.