Well I- wait. Hang on, where did she get tea?! I didn't have any tea in my apartment!

That sudden moment of realization dawning on you, you turn to her with a look of astonishment on your face.

"How did you make yourself some tea? I didn't have any tea here, did I?" You're almost positive you didn't have any tea, you've still never found one that you liked.

"I went out and got some." she explains monotonely, calmly sipping at her tea as you look at her like she's crazy.

"Looking like that?!" you almost screech, taking in her leotard and cloak, not to mention the large floppy bunny ears. She gives you a vaguely annoyed look.

"No, I'm not stupid." she mutters something under her breath and suddenly her clothing is coated in dark energy. When the energy fades, you can see that she's now wearing something completely different. A pair of somewhat loose jeans, that none the less still fail to completely cover up the curve of her tight ass. With a large blue hoodie on top (which suffers a similar problem as the pants, in being unable at all to hide the swell of her very large breasts), which with the hood up as it is, completely hides her ears. She looks not much different from any other stunningly gorgeous, clearly anti-social goth chick with a body super-models only dream of. In other words, yeah, she still stands out a lot.

"Wait, that hoodie? Are those my clothes?"

"Well I didn't exactly have any clothes of my own." she says, still looking vaguely annoyed. She quickly mutters under her breath again, and her clothes undergo the same transformation in reverse.

"Why bother changing back though?" it does seem slightly strange to go through the trouble of magic-ing a set of your clothes so she can go out, and then change right back when she's here. Maybe her leotard is just more comfortable?

"Oh," and another blush slowly goes across her features. "Well, you know..." You wait for a moment and raise an eyebrow. She starts to blush more furiously, but as you look closer, you can also see a familiar haze of lust starting to build-up in her eyes as well. She showingly holds a leg up and out. Those long, long, very toned legs of hers. You can't help but slowly slide your eyes up and down that leg, before you catch yourself and look back at her face. A face flush not with embarrassment, but with lust. "Because it's a hell of a lot sexier. With my legs on full display," she brings the one leg back and kicks the other one out and up so that her foot comes to a rest up on the counter, just about at her waist height. She sets her tea down on the counter behind her, and then slowly reaches out, bending her body forward to lay her hands down on that ankle. Then she slooooowly starts dragging her hands up the leg, straightening her back as she goes with a curve that juts her large chest out.

Her hands come to a rest right over the crotch of her leotard. Which is completely soaked through, and causing a noticeable leak of fluid down her legs. "You can so easily see just how much of a horny slut I am for you." she rubs herself gently through the leotard for a moment before pulling it to the side, revealing her dripping wet pussy. "Not to mention the ease of access." she says with a coy and seductive smirk.

From there her hands rise up further, grabbing her huge tits, violently mauling them and shaking them around. Her head goes back with a loud moan as she abuses her tits. "Plus, AH! The, the, HNNN!" she struggles to even get the words out as she starting panting and moaning uncontrollably at her own ministrations. "The way my tits are so easy to see. Hah, the way you can tell I'm never wearing a bra, and my nipples are so easy to see. AH! God I love these humongous tits, playing with them, smacking them around, remind me to thank Mumbo for them. Actually better yet, remind me to give you a nice long tit-fuck sometime." at that point she screams loudly, her eyes and mouth both opening wide as the rest of her body tenses up. She's panting wildly as she comes down from her tit induced orgasm. Her head comes forward till she's looking straight at you with those glazed over eyes you're so familiar with.

There's no pretending otherwise, that was hot. That was so incredibly hot. You can't help but stare, and you think you might be drooling. Your hand is gripping your rock-hard cock tightly through your pants, not yet sure if you're really ready to do this already. You are REALLY sore, though, understandably, that seems to be less and less of a concern the longer you stare at her slowly playing with her tits. Clearly looking at you with a lust-drunk 'Come Fuck Me' expression, trying to tempt you to come over to where she is and plow her senseless.