Sakura
Sakura began walking around Alice in a slow circle, bringing her hand to her chin and slowly, methodically, perving on Alice like a lecherous old man. She took her time taking in every curve, the nuance of her hard, chiseled musculature gently following along the curves of her distinctly womanly curves.
"Hmmm..." Sakura hummed. Black smoke snaked out around her eyes, solidifying into the form of stylish midnight blue glasses perched atop her nose. "No, I most certainly don't mind being given permission to take in such a romanesque figure as your own. Even while you own the strong swordswoman body, you still possess all the right curves in all the right places, hmm hmm." She suddenly jumped onto Alice's back and grabbed her in a hug, resting her palms upon her abs. Her own chest pressed up against Alice's back. "If other women are jealous of your body, they're clearly simply not comfortable with their own forms. I have enough self confidence to be able to admit how wonderful you are without restraint, ufu~"