Glimmer

The princess of Bright Moon stood in the doorway. It was clear she wanted to be anywhere but there, but the curvy, naked princess nevertheless walked inside, holding her head as high as she could with her curves spilling out from behind her arms.

Catra stared. She'd thought the nudity was something Bright Moon had done to the Horde, not something that had affected the princesses too.

"You are a prisoner of Bright Moon," Glimmer said stiffly. She stared at a spot over Catra's shoulder, blushing, clearly reading from a script. "It is my royal duty to ensure you are comfortable. Even if you are our enemy, we treat our prisoners with respect."

Glimmer swallowed, and stayed standing there, obviously ****. Catra still stared.

"Well?" Glimmer said. Her composure cracked.

"Well what?" Catra said.

She wasn't bad. Well, for a princess. Thick thighs, boobs far bigger than Adora's had ever been, and that embarrassed pout was something special indeed.

"Do you need anything?!" Glimmer said. She was impatient now, even stamping her foot. "It's Bright Moon tradition to make sure our prisoners aren't being held in discomfort. So? Do you need anything?"

Bah. Softies.

Catra paused.

"Wait, I can ask for anything?" Catra said.

"I'm not freeing you," Glimmer said. "But if you're hungry, or need another cushion, I can get that for you. Will you just say already?!"