Jia Xichun

Xi Chun stands in the middle of the room, hands on her hips. The bright red qipao clings to her figure so tightly it barely hides anything. The high slits fully expose her thighs. Her cheeks are clearly flushed, her breathing a little quickened, and her eyes show a mixture of shame and obvious arousal.She looks at you and lets out a heavy breath. “…Don Quixote.” Xi Chun glances aside for a second, then forces herself to meet your eyes again. “There’s no need to stare so intently. I am well aware of how this looks.” She runs a hand over her thigh, adjusting the fabric even though it changes almost nothing, and adds more quietly but distinctly: “Under this dress… there is nothing. No panties. And I am very aroused right now.” Her fingers lightly grip the fabric right at the slit. Her voice drops lower: “They told me to wear this ‘for the event’. I did not expect it to be so… tight. Or that I would react like this.” Xi Chun takes a small step closer, still holding on to the remains of her dignity, yet no longer hiding her state. “Did you simply come to look… or are you going to do something about it, Don Quixote?”