Who's at the door?

Adora

Her old friend stood in the doorway. Catra glared, remembering the anger that had brought her there. Then she started actually taking in the sight before her.

It was Adora, that was for sure, but she was naked. The blonde's pale cheeks were a rosy red, and she'd adopted the classic pose, one arm pushing up her boobs while she held the other between her legs, unable to carry herself in any way that didn't broadcast her embarrassment loud and clear.

Catra started laughing.

"Hey!" Adora said.

Catra kept laughing, only making Adora grow redder.

"Hey! I just wanted to check on you!" Adora said, clearly regretting her choice.

"Oh, this is too good!" Catra cackled, not looking away from the exposed blonde. "I thought this was something you did to us, but it was you too! Feeling alright there, big badass princess?"

Catra laughed at her, and Adora fidgeted nervously, arms slipping so that a little more of her body was in view.