Command her to expose herself

"That's right," you confirm with a fond caress of her cheek, "...And before we do anything else, I want to see every inch of you."

Her cheeks flush a vibrant shade of red at the sound of your request, but she's come too far to stop obeying you now - and she knows it. Rouge rises from her seated position with deliberate hesitation, as if she expects you to call things off mid-way. You don't, of course, choosing to sit back and observe instead as her fingers curl beneath the hem of her oversized T-shirt.

She shows her back to you first, starting with the revelation of her luscious thighs. Despite their apparent fleshiness, her lower body still manages to look vaguely cartoonish by contrast; like all Sonic characters, her feet are larger than one might expect from a being of such limited stature, and it is only through the **** daintiness of their shape, (and the eternally painted state of her toenails) that they remain feminine and attractive to your eyes.

Her hands are similarly large in proportion to the rest of her body, and benefit from her hot pink nailpolish and a delicate smoothness of form in much the same way. Her slender fingers are out of view at the moment though, remaining engaged in the task of lifting her T-shirt to uncover the sumptuous curves that lie beneath.

The twin swells of her ass are the next marvel to come into view; they blossom from her posterior region like a pair of freshly-baked buns, each one harbouring enough mass to jiggle along with even the slightest of Rouge's movements. They meld together so snugly - so perfectly - that her anus would remain invisible even if her short, hairless tail were long enough to cover it. Thankfully it's nowhere near that long, being little more than a cute, perky curl of flesh that extends from between the dimples located just above her ass.

The dimensions of her tantalizing butt are complimented by broad hips, which give way to an almost unrealistically slender midsection. From the back, the hourglass-like nature of her physique is more apparent than it would be from any other angle in spite of her small, leathery wings, and you can't help but pause to take it all in when your Love Doll finally gets around to pulling the T-shirt up over her head. She notices your silence and glances demurely behind her, covering her chest in vain as she waits patiently for the command that would inevitably follow...

"Now, show me the front."

She turns around, her hands still stubbornly covering her boobs. Even her knees are locked together, ensuring that her sex remains obscured by the plushness of her thighs. She trembles, refusing to meet your eyes, but you're happy to give her a moment to recuperate as you take in the sight of her hairless body and elegantly-groomed headfur, which curls away from her face at neck-level in a manner reminiscent of hair.

"Breasts and pussy, too." you eventually declare. Her blue-shadowed eyes flutter closed in a display of utter submission, followed closely by the subtle motions of her arms and legs as she adjusts her body to provide you with the view you'd requested.

Her boobs aren't large by traditional human standards, but on her short, feminine frame they would probably constitute DD's. Taken together with the rest of her body they happen to look quite prominent; each mound is capped with small areolae and adorable eraser-head nipples, and the breasts themselves are uncommonly perky for their size. The lips of her sex don't protrude much - as one might imagine - but she has obediently bared it to you all the same; and, curiously enough, you can tell at a glance that the experience has made her fairly wet.

"Ah - you're wet," you proudly announce; Rouge responds only with nothing more than a wince of shame.

"Do you like it when I look at you like this?" you press, smirking a little in your triumph; "...Would you like it even if it were your old body I was looking at?"

Rouge bites her lower lip, looking everywhere but directly into your eyes. She clasps her thighs together again as if to hide her increasingly dewy folds, but the game is already up... And she knows it.

"P-Please don't ask me that..." she replies, remaining meekly defiant; "Just tell me what to do, okay?"