"Why am I your dress-up doll...?"
Aisa dryly asked as she stood still, letting Siria use her as a dressing doll for the past hour.
"YEP~! Kyaaa~! So Cute and Pretty~!" Siria squealed with her hands on her cheeks, her eyes locked on Aisa. "You Dear Big Brother might not recognize you~! He might even take a liking~" Siria teased, making Aisa roll her eyes.
"You underestimate Big Brother's tolerance level..."
Aisa muttered under her breath as she checked herself out. Siria had dressed her in a somewhat revealing dress. It was a royal dress, princess style. A high-neck, flowing white gown with gold accents, featuring very puffy and frilly golden sleeves. A black corset with gold detailing cinched her waist. The long, layered skirt combined white and gold fabrics that trailed behind her.
