Re: kitchen
The hand on her hip hooked into the thickest of her three belts, dragging it down a few inches. Her pants were held up by lateral stresses from her hips and the belts looping over her tail so it was easy to make the front slide dangerously low even as her free hand raked through her hair, pulling her bangs away from one side and coincidentally pulling her shirt up and tight against her new breasts.
She wasn't wearing anything under it, and the pitch black of her SeeD tattoo glared against the soft white fabric and pale skin. "The shame, Colonel, is that I'm far too young to show you how far down the ink goes."
In the background she heard Zack choke and let the smirk on her face turn just a hint more feral. She hadn't shown this side to her friends, not Zell or Quisty, though Zell might have seen it. It was her game face, the role she played when she wanted to push every button her target had, and then walk away. Seifer hated it, but he'd helped her perfect it.