The employees brought down numerous outfits from the shelves and placed them on the counter. There were neatly folded dresses, simple outfits like skirts and one-piece dresses, mostly without much decoration. However, another pile contained intricately crafted clothes adorned with jewels and embroidery.
"The more ornate outfits would be suitable for evening events, while the simpler ones would be good for everyday wear. Marielle, please start with these."
"Y-yes. Thank you for your assistance."
"With your silver long hair, most colors should suit you well. Considering your demeanor, soft, light shades might be best. Since you'll be working closely with the master, a skirt or pants with fewer frills might be more practical, right?"
"Yes, I'd like to prioritize my work first—"
"That's not enough. If possible, I'd like both you and Eir to dress beautifully so I can walk around with you looking all dolled up."
"That's what he says."
"Alright... I understand."
If we're going to walk together, I want to be with someone who looks beautiful. It's a desire any man might have, and since there's no problem with them looking nice, I wanted them to wear lovely outfits without any concern.
Marielle blushed, her head lowered in a mix of happiness and embarrassment. She and Sandy continued discussing what kind of clothes to choose. Although it's said that picking out women's clothing can take a long time, their conversation was precise and quick. They quickly decided on the essentials and moved on to selecting the outfits. This efficiency might have something to do with Marielle's past as a noblewoman's daughter. Once she made up her mind, she showed no hesitation in specifying her preferences.
After picking out a few outfits, Marielle followed Sandy into the fitting room. Some outfits likely required assistance to put on.
(But really, this place has fitting rooms even though it's a general store?)
"I wonder what she'll look like?"
"I'm excited too! Marielle is going to look so beautiful!"
"Yeah, I'm really looking forward to it too."
"Don't raise the bar too high!"
Marielle's flustered voice came through the thin walls of the fitting room, making Eir and me chuckle as we exchanged glances.
But I was truly looking forward to it.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Marielle emerged from the room with a small voice, her steps tentative and filled with shyness. She was wearing a light pink one-piece dress.
The way the ribbon was loosely tied around her waist emphasized her chest. My gaze naturally gravitated toward her bosom.
Her waist was remarkably slim, making it stand out even more in contrast. But it was the position of the waist ribbon that really surprised me. The difference from my own figure was staggering.
"Wow, Marielle, you look stunning!"
"Thanks, Eir. Master, how do I look?"
"Uh, yeah. You look... really beautiful."
"Oh, I'm glad it suits your taste."
This is bad. I can't even look her in the eye.
Marielle had always been naturally beautiful, but dressing up like this made her look even more stunning.
My tongue stumbled, and my words came out awkwardly. Marielle noticed my reaction and gave a shy smile, pleased with the effect her appearance had on me. It was so endearing that I almost wanted to embrace her on the spot. If no one else had been around, I might have impulsively hugged her.
The dress was simple, with little ornamentation. Although it didn't reveal much skin, it accentuated her figure beautifully. The dress stopped around mid-thigh, revealing her slender legs, highlighting her excellent proportions. The small bag slung over her shoulder had a crocodile-like textured surface and was secured with a string.
The outfit was perfect, and I felt deeply satisfied, deciding to purchase it.
"Sandy, I'll take this. Please put together some other combinations as well."
"Thank you for your purchase! Let's try out various patterns since we're here."
"Yes. I'm really excited to see what other beautiful looks she'll have."
I expressed my anticipation to Sandy, who immediately began preparing the next outfit and encouraged Marielle to try it on. After showcasing several simple dresses, comfortable outfits for relaxing at home, and a maid uniform for serving, Sandy smiled mischievously and picked up the next dress.
"Oh! Am I really supposed to wear this?"
"Don't worry. You don't want to keep them waiting when they're looking forward to it, right?"
"D-don't rush me! Isn't this a bit too revealing?"
"You want to keep your master's eyes glued to you, don't you? Come on, give it your best!"
"Ooooh…"
Marielle's distressed voice echoed from the fitting room, but I wisely refrained from making any comments.
(If I say anything now, she'll definitely get upset. I wonder what she'll come out wearing? Based on her reaction, it must be a pretty sexy outfit...)
Thinking about it made me imagine something a bit naughty. I tried to keep my expression neutral as I waited for Marielle to emerge.
It seemed like she had some trouble getting ready, but eventually, she opened the door and stepped out slowly. She first peeked out her head, her face flushed red and her eyes teary.
Marielle was wearing a black dress with slits. It was held up by shoulder straps, her back, and waist, but it was very revealing. Her shoulders were completely exposed, and her back was boldly cut out, revealing her shoulder blades and down to her waist. Her large chest was pushed up, emphasizing her deep cleavage.
"Wow…"
A voice of awe escaped my lips unconsciously. Marielle, likely embarrassed beyond measure, glared at me with teary eyes, demanding my reaction.
"Oh my, it seems Wataru-sama is so captivated he's at a loss for words."
"Well? After making me wear something this embarrassing, I think a little praise is in order."
"...You're breathtaking. I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life."
"Wow, Marielle, you look amazing! Just like a princess!"
"Marielle seems embarrassed, so should we pass on purchasing this?"
"I'll take it."
"Thank you for your purchase."
Despite the embarrassment, Marielle must have been pleased with my stunned reaction. Though she was flustered by Sandy's teasing, she didn't refuse to buy the dress.