[The obi comes open easily enough, despite the awkward positioning, and when it's moved aside, it's plain that there really isn't much to the costume. Underneath he's bare, a pale swath of freckled skin broken only by the tight black contours of his boxer-briefs, the wet spot above the swell in them sizeable and difficult to miss]

[The hand on her thigh runs higher, over the curve of her hip and the swell of her rear, giving a soft squeeze, the other hand still toying distractedly with her tail feathers]

Y-yeah?