Weavile (threat)

*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, bra threatening to show off her huge breast* Weavile: Better pay attention, babe… before I give the whole pool of people a free show