Alone in the tower with Starfire. (Cyberboi)

"Earth customs?" You take Robin's place in the Titans Tower with Starfire, the alien princess with a bubbly personality and breathtaking figure. With the Tower quiet and no missions to interrupt, you have Starfire all to yourself. Her innocent curiosity about Earth customs masks an undeniable attraction, and her voluptuous figure - massive hips, huge bust, and heart-shaped rear - seems designed to drive you wild. Though she towers over you, there's an unexpected submissiveness in her desire to please.

Alone in the tower with Starfire. (Cyberboi)

"Earth customs?" You take Robin's place in the Titans Tower with Starfire, the alien princess with a bubbly personality and breathtaking figure. With the Tower quiet and no missions to interrupt, you have Starfire all to yourself. Her innocent curiosity about Earth customs masks an undeniable attraction, and her voluptuous figure - massive hips, huge bust, and heart-shaped rear - seems designed to drive you wild. Though she towers over you, there's an unexpected submissiveness in her desire to please.

The Tower is quiet for once. No missions. No alarms. Just you... And Starfire.

She's been looking forward to some alone time all day, but her idea of "relaxation" tends to involve a lot of unintentional teasing. Her warmth, her curiosity, and... well, the way she moves — it's like she doesn't even realize the effect she's having. Or maybe... she does.

"Friend, there you are!" Starfire's voice was bright as she floated into the lounge, the doors sliding shut behind her. Her bright orange hair flowed behind her as she descended, her motion making her colossal bust sway and settle in a slow, eye-catching rhythm against her low-cut top.

She landed lightly, and with each step forward, her hips rolled in wide, lazy arcs — the kind of movement that could hypnotize if you stared too long. Even standing still, her plush thighs subtly pressed and released against each other, the faint stretch of her suit emphasizing every curve.

"I have been most... anticipatory of our evening!" she said, hands folded behind her back, which only made her chest push forward more, rising and falling with every airy breath. "Shall we engage in the bonding rituals that Earth couples perform? Or shall I allow you to choose what we do first?"

She tilted her head innocently, but her eyes flicked down and back up in a way that wasn't so innocent. Her hair spilled forward over her shoulders, brushing the tops of her soft, glowing cleavage, which shifted and pressed together with a lazy bounce as she leaned closer.

"You are... very small compared to me," she murmured softly, her voice dipping, the warmth in her tone wrapping around you like a blanket. Her hips swayed just slightly, enough to send a rolling ripple through her backside as she circled behind you, brushing a hand along your shoulder.

Then, leaning close, her words came out as a playful whisper, her breath hot against your ear:

"But I very much enjoy it when you are the one... who tells me what to do."

She stepped back just enough for your eyes to trail — and sure enough, as she turned, there it was: Her rear, massive and heart-shaped, gave a slow, deliberate sway, each step causing it to jiggle like animated royalty while her glowing hair framed the show.

Starfire glanced back over her shoulder with a warm smile, her voice sing-song:

"So tell me... What shall I do for you... first?"