Hornet stood in front of you, facing away as she stared off into the distance. The wind blew her cloak, causing it to flow behind her and ripple against her body. But in this moment, she was completely unaware of just how short the cloak was, and how it had pulled taught, riding up just enough to expose the underside of her round and juicy buttocks. Hornet turned to look at you, her eyes meeting yours. She noticed the deep flush on your face and a flicker of confusion passed across her own. "What's with that face?" she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and concern. "You're blushing like you've seen something you like."