"Yes, actual night dresses, not a desperate prostitute's attire who is about to go homeless so she must attract any and all kinds of customers!" She yells.
I can't help but laugh heartily at her analogy. "Come on, it's not that bad at all. You're blowing things out of proportion. You should see Blossom's. Furthermore, your only 'customer' will be me, so there's no need to be embarrassed. You've already shown your body off to me in nothing but bandages, after all. Also, this is the request I was talking about during the feast."
She scans the cloth for a good minute, then stomps her feet on the ground cutely. "Argh! Alright! Just this once, but don't you dare get touchy!"
Flawless victory.
Ayame quickly shoves me out of the door to change in peace. Once I'm finally allowed back in, a good ten minutes had passed, but… The wait was so incredibly worth it.
What welcomes me is a sight I will never be able to forget.
