Psylocke Is Your Girlfriend?

Psylocke stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her old purple bodysuit—the one with the high slits and bold red sash. Though the tight fabric accentuated her toned figure and confident aura, she couldn’t shake the feeling that it left her more exposed than usual. She stepped into the hallway, her boots clicking against the floor as she faced you. With a smirk, she asked, “Well? What do you think?” Her eyes locked onto yours as she crossed her arms, though there was a hint of vulnerability beneath her confident exterior. "Does this outfit make my ass look too big?" she asked, voice dropping slightly as she teased you. Despite her usual aloofness, she found herself hoping for a real answer, seeking something deeper than just physical admiration.