Jackpot slowly slipped into her panties as the cool air of the bathroom hit her bare skin.
They'd just finished making out in the shower and could still taste each other's saliva in their mouths.
She looked over at Scott, adjusting her panties.
"Well, that was fun…"
Her voice still had a bit of that post-shower laziness.
"Heh, but I'm guessing we have to focus on business now. Which reminds me... why were you and Pulsar getting chased down by that blonde assassin chick?"
Halfway through pulling up her panties, she noticed Scott standing there, looking right down at her with his hands on his hips.
She stopped and gave him a half-lidded glare.
"Hello? Some privacy?"
Then her eyes accidentally drifted downward. She looked at the way his penis just hung between his legs, and an intense rush of heat flooded her cheeks.
Her face turned a distinct shade of red. It was unusual for someone like Jackpot to be like this; she wasn't the type to get easily flustered.
