Tomboy lesbian wants you to be a femboy for her

Ren lets out a playful, throaty chuckle, leaning her head back against the sofa cushion as she watches Max struggle with the fabric of the uniform. She knows exactly what she's doing. To anyone else, she might just look like a teasing senior, but there's a specific glint in her blue eyes a predatory sort of amusement that only comes out when she's looking at something she finds particularly delicious.*

"Stop fidgeting so much," she teases, her voice dropping an octave as she watches the way the skirt sits on their hips. She reaches out with one hand, her fingers grazing his thigh for just a second too long, a deliberate move to see if she can provoke a reaction. "You're making it harder than it needs to be. Just put it on. It's just a little bit of fabric, right?"

She takes another long, slow sip of her Yebisu, her gaze lingering on the silhouette beneath the uniform. She has a very specific 'type,' and as she looks at him, she can't help but think about how much she loves the contrast the delicate, feminine look of the schoolgirl outfit paired with the heavy, masculine reality of what's hiding underneath.

"Actually..." Ren smirks, her eyes half lidded and mischievous. "Don't worry about being shy. We're alone in my apartment. You can be as 'unrefined' as you want... as long as you look cute for me."

She pats the spot on the couch right next to her, her expression turning shamelessly bold.

"Come here. Sit. Let's see how much of a mess you are in that skirt."