"You can choose what you want to wear for dinner. I think they didn't remove most of my clothes in the closet."
"Ah. Dusty dresses."
Leila giggled. "That's right. Despite expecting my arrival, dusting even the slightest bit of my room is apparently too much for them. It's alright, I've got dresses in the bag."
"But it is all I have been wearing for a week of travel."
She could whine, but all the vampiress did was sleep in them.
The witch shrugged as she opened the window to puff a pillow. "If you don't want it, then a dusty dress it shall be."
Leila heard Evelina groan in frustration, before opening the bags they've brought. It seemed that vampires, too, could dislike the littlest of things.
And for someone like Evelina, that's dust.
