Something Sexy.

These chapters are a collection of four or so mini-moments, all posted together as a unit, hence their brevity.

Rather than boldly stepping past the door, Beatrice instead peeks her head through, peering up at you with concern. "Um... Luke ready? Beatrice not sure..."

"Hm?" She's suddenly back to her shy, wilted look from back at the K.A... that won't do. You smile warmly, motioning her forward. "Yeah, I'm ready. C'mon out, Beatrice, let's have a look." She blushes brightly, nodding as her eyes go to the floor.

You are not prepared for all that comes into view.

All in all it isn't a revealing outfit, but... somewhere, somehow, Beatrice found something that clings to her like cellophane, hugging and showing off every supple, flaring curve of her body like a work of fucking art. The first thing you notice are the loud, bright white high-waisted pants she's poured herself into. They show everything; her shapely calves, plump thighs, and after a coy twirl, that fat bubble butt you continuously struggle not to gape at. She's found some cute little strapped sandals to protect her toebeans with, showing off her doggo toes and smooth claw-bumps.

Above that, you see a lot more almond fur that you had even before her button fiasco. The crop top she's wearing is the open sort, tied into a knot just below her ample bosom, showing her soft-looking tummy and further confirming to you that whoever made that quip about her at K.A. clearly has no idea what he's talking about. It's a striking candy red color, contrasting beautifully with her fur color and white pants, sporting some lovely flowers in a loose pattern. You can't tell by the way it's tied whether she has a bra on underneath it or not, the layers of fabric turning opaque in just the right places to be appropriate outside the bedroom. If she isn't supporting those pendulous tits, then she's got an unnatural perkiness you can only blame on perfecto canidus genetics. The knot in the front is the only thing keeping the two sides of the top together, leaving a deep V down the front and giving you a sinfully generous view of cavernous cleavage.

The only thing that doesn't belong in this ensemble is Beatrice's awkward, nervous fidgeting, eyes cast down. "Luke like? Beatrice look silly..."

You all but teleport from your seat, taking her hands in yours, face red hot with tightly packed emotions. "You. Look. Gorgeous, Beatrice. The caretaker back at K.A. is a damn fool to think otherwise."

Her eyes widen, brows pushed to her hairline. "Beatrice not too fat?"

"You're not fat. You're just built big. Curvy. No one has any right to call you fat."

She pouts a little, face heating up to match yours. "Curvy not mean fat?" You shake your head, gently running your hand from her hairline down and around to the base of her neck. The way she shudders, eyelids fluttering, makes your heart thump like thunder.

"You're the prettiest, best companion in the whole world. I mean it." You had a thousand other compliments to give her, but your tongue went to dust in your mouth, drying up and forgetting how to speak.

"L-Luke..." Her eyes falter under your gaze. She takes a step back, creeping slowly into the dressing room again. "Beatrice try something else! Thank you!"

The sound of the dressing room door clicking shut snaps you back into reality. Jesus Christ, what were you about to do? And in public! You swallow and rub your burning face, making yourself sit back on the bench and calm down. Cool it, Luke... you don't want to be a horndog...