Weavile (GF)

you lie on the bench, scrolling your phone, while Weavile, your short anthro weasel gf, stood a few steps away, tugging her bra. She sigh Weavile: Ugh… this stupid thing feels like it’s coming loose… Her claw brush her bra strap, smirk, eyes on you Not that you’d notice if it slipped She leaned over you, shadow falling across your face, bra threatening to come fall Weavile: Better pay attention, babe… before I give the whole pool of people a free show.”