Hornet stood before you, her body bare and vulnerable, save for a pair of thigh-high stockings in a vibrant shade of red. The thin fabric clung to her shapely legs, accentuating every curve and contour of her toned yet feminine form.
She glanced at you, a mixture of embarrassment and desire in her eyes, as she fidgeted slightly, uncertain of your reaction to her exposed body.
Hornet stood there, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, as she spoke in a gruff, hoarse voice, betraying her usual composed demeanor.
"I... thought you'd like this, s-since you always stare at my legs when I'm fighting."