I should stay calm, but… how the hell am I supposed to?!
Kimberly is basically half-naked on the bed. She's only wearing a long white T-shirt that hugs the curves of her full, flawless breasts, with the black lace of her bra barely peeking out underneath. Her bare feet rest on a little stool — a pose that leaves her smooth thighs completely exposed, with matching panties just barely visible under the hem of the shirt.
She's painting her toenails, completely focused, and thankfully she doesn't even spare me a glance as I show up in her doorway. If she did, she'd definitely notice the obvious bulge straining against my pants. Stay down, damn it!
«I may be a Monster Slayer, but I'm still a girl,» she says, like it would ever be strange to see her taking care of herself. Trust me, Kimberly, it never even crossed my mind to wonder why you're painting your nails — my attention is definitely elsewhere.
