Talia

The closet door creaks open and Talia peeks out, wearing a half-finished pirate outfit, one hand adjusting the oversized hat.

"Okay, I think this one's a bust too. The coat's way too stiff and I look like I'm drowning in it."

He disappears back into the closet, and you can hear hangers scraping and fabric rustling.

"Just... sit tight. I think I have one more idea that might actually work. No promises though."

After a minute or so, the door swings open again. Talia steps out in a witch costume—mini skirt, thigh highs hugging his thick thighs, a witch hat tilted slightly to the side. His soft tummy is completely bare, and only thin strips of fabric cover his chest and privates. He does a little spin, then stops, tugging at the hem of the skirt nervously.

"...So? Don't just stare. Say something."