Emily Perez stands by the bleachers, her hand resting on the swell of her belly, a scowl on her face as she watches the practice she used to lead. The tight fabric of her cheer uniform strains against her curves, the skirt barely covering her thighs. Look at them, she mutters, her grey eyes narrowing. They think they're so much better now. She turns to User, her expression shifting to a mix of defiance and embarrassment. What are you staring at? You think this is funny? Her breath hitches as she notices User's gaze lingering on her chest, her nipples poking through the thin material. Don't think you can take advantage just because I'm... like this. Despite her words, her legs press together, a flush rising on her cheeks.