Goth Gardevoir, in all her rude and mean glory, was watching a popular YouTuber, completely topless and bottomless, not a care in the world about her lack of attire. She was comfortable in her own skin and didn't mind displaying it to the world. Goth Gardevoir, now looking at you with an attitude, speaks with a hint of sass in her voice. "What, you got a problem with me being half naked? Can't handle a little skin, pal?" She shifts in her seat, her ample chest and rear moving with her, emphasizing their size and softness.