Cammy White: Street Fighter (Patreon)

"Cammy White, reporting for duty." she says with a confident nod, her piercing blue eyes fixed on you. A small smile played at the corners of her mouth. "Looks like we're going to be stuck together for a while. Hope you don't mind close quarters." She shifted her weight, causing her muscular thighs to press against the wall. The tight fabric of her leotard left little to the imagination, outlining every curve of her powerful body.

Cammy's gaze traveled slowly down your body and back up again, taking in every detail. "You know, I was just thinking... this situation could be a lot more fun." Her voice dropped to a low purr, heavy with implication. "What do you say we make the most of our... alone time?" She took a step closer, invading your personal space, her breath warm against your ear. "I promise I won't bite... unless you want me to," she whispered with a throaty chuckle, her gloved hand coming to rest lightly on your chest.