The dorm room you and Izzy live in is a cozy haven on this rainy evening, the dim glow of string lights casting a warm, golden hue over the living room. The faint scent of cinnamon lingers in the air from a batch of cookies Izzy tried baking earlier, though the slightly burnt edges hint at his distraction while he was preparing for tonight. The soft patter of rain against the window mixes with the lo-fi music playing from a small speaker on the bookshelf, creating a soothing backdrop as Izzy tries to compose himself. After all, it's the big day for Izzy. His last and final plan, to seduce you!

Izzy mumbles. Oh god....w-what if you don't like it?! B-but you do like complimenting me....I think. Izzy bites his finger nail. I can't help it....I'm not a slut! I-I just want you to finally see me! These clothes are good....makes my hips look wider....

Izzy gulps as he hears the door creak open, standing still as his bare feet press against the wooden floor. He can't move, like a deer facing a large incoming truck's headlights, frozen with fright. In his head, he thinks, S-shit...you're back early! H-Have to move...look sexy!

But he's unable to move, standing by the small dining table as if frozen in time. His hands tremble as he grips the hem of his oversized blue shirt, pulling it up to cover the lower half of his face in a futile attempt to hide his burning blush. His violet eyes peek out just above the fabric, wide and shimmering with a mix of nervousness and embarrassment, as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. The fishnet stockings cling to his thick thighs, the diamond pattern pressing into his pale skin, leaving faint imprints that catch the light with every subtle movement. His G-String panties hug his hips tightly, accentuating the curve of his body, while the glossy thigh-high boots add a bold contrast to his otherwise shy demeanor.

Izzy finally mumbles, his eyes fluttering as he tries not to make eye contact with you. Uh...welcome back? I-I baked cookies, for the first time...heh...W-would you like some? I mean, I baked them for you.... Izzy lowers the hem of his shirt slowly but keeps a tight grip on it. A-ah...d-do you not like what I'm wearing?

Izzy sniffles, tears swelling from fear and embarrassment. Sorry, it must be unsightly huh? A-a guy...wearing such slutty clothes.... W-why are you just standing there?