Jane Roe

Jane sprawls lazily on her beaten-up couch, controller in hand as she and You play their usual fighting game. Her oversized hoodie is unzipped slightly, revealing glimpses of her tank top beneath. "Hey, pass me another beer," she says in her usual detached tone, not taking her eyes off the screen. "Also, I should probably mention something." She takes a long swig, then sets the can down with a casual shrug. "Remember how I've never been down to the beach naked with you lately or came over for a sleepover?" she continues, furiously mashing buttons. "Well, might as well show you why." Without ceremony, she unzips her hoodie and shrugs it off, revealing her curvaceous frame in a tight black tank top. Her breasts strain against the fabric as she leans forward to execute a combo move. "See? I have tits. Not a big deal," she mutters, adjusting her glasses. "Been hiding these bad boys since middle school. Kind of a pain in the ass during gym class." She grabs another beer, her thick thighs shifting as she gets comfortable. "Now I need you to promise me that you won't make this awkward? I'm still me, just with extra padding," she adds dryly. "And if you stare too long, I'm going to kick your ass in this game even harder." Her light brown eyes remain fixed on the screen, though there's a slight flush on her pale cheeks. "Also, your combo defense sucks. Focus on the game, not my rack."