"It is merely a uniform, Dick." Starfire turned away from her boyfriend, towards the full length mirror in her room.

"I, uh, yeah.. It's, well, yeah…" Robin tried to avert his eyes from the alien girl's beautiful assets, but simply couldn't. Every inch of Kori And'r was captivating, no doubt, but this uniform boldy accentuated it. "Are, um, are you sure you can fight crime in that?" Nonchalantly wiping the corner of his mouth, Robin's eyes traveled down her silhouette once more.

Purple triangular bottoms, and a matching neckline were the main pieces that held this outfit together. Between were two straps, thin as ribbon, running from the sturdy collar to her hips, covering her essentials. The rest of her tanned, toned body was exposed, and Robin had memorized the rivets of muscle twice, three times, by now. Starfire still bore her fingerless metallic gloves and silver cuff around her bicep. Glimmering Centauri moon diamonds decorated her neckline and belly button, accentuating her eyes. Her hair had grown a bit longer, now golden at the ends rather than fiery red. She'd decided to start curling it, and her eyes had taken on a more slender shape. Overall, she was maturing well into a strong, desirable alien princess.

"Oh yes, Richard. There is less material, as you have noticed," he blushed. "So I may be able to move more," the princess bent down straight legged, to touch the ends of her thigh high boots. "Flexibly." She finished, peering at her paralyzed boyfriend from between her legs.

"S-Star, I-That's uh, great, -about the uniform." He tipped his chin downward, hoping the dull carpet would bore his awakened senses.

She straightened up slowly, back arched, fingers tousling her own hair. "I'm glad," she turned and walked to the door. "Now, let's go to the Mayor's ribbon cutting ceremony. He is opening a new restaurant downtown, let us not forget we are the guests of honor."

Robin's eyes bugged, and he looked at his communicator. The ceremony would be over by now, had he really been ogling her for 45 minutes? Get it together, Dick. After a mental scolding, the Titans' leader continued. "Uh, Star? Hate to say it, but I think we missed the ribbon cutting."

"Oh, that's a shame." She walked back over to him, and he sat on her bed, crossing his legs in haste. Standing in front of her perspiring boyfriend teasingly, she handed Robin a pair of scissors. Where'd she get those? Ugh, not important. Robin chastised himself again.

Dangling her thumb from one of the slim jockey straps, a devious curl to her lips. "Well, you can always cut these ribbons."

Robin licked his lips, his smile forming to match hers.

"I'd be honored."