"I am what I am," Sloth shrugged, running her hand down his shirt to his belly. "And I'm plain. And my boobs are too small. Like mosquito bites." She looked down at herself sorrowfully, drawing attention to her chest. "Nobody could ever want to fuck this mess. I'm like a scarecrow." Never mind that she was flipping from being too fat to being too skinny, it didn't matter if she could entice a pity fuck from the guy she was helping to pity himself.