Always seen in her wine-red cloak, the spirited maiden was now only attired in a thin silk nightdress. After a thorough examination of her body, the artisans of V.E Company cut the fabric perfectly to fit her - perhaps too perfect.
This was said to be a nightgown, but it was more like a loose robe. There were no buttons, just a silk belt two fingers wide at the waist. The translucent silk clung to her body, accentuating her curves under the backlight, revealing a glimpse of the glossy skin underneath. One could even see her areola and sparse hair on her lower abdomen. This design combined with her developing body was enough to make any adolescent boy blush. Right now, Minerva was at the peak of attractiveness that simply no young boy could resist.
