Commercial street.
Luxury clothing store.
Outside the fitting room.
"It lacks a certain... feeling," Yasiraqi pinched her chin with her slender hand, sizing up Eden who had just walked out of the fitting room, and then picked up a black evening gown that a maid was holding nearby.
"Try this one on," she said as she handed the black gown to Eden, then lightly pushed her back into the fitting room.
With the sound of the door closing, the suggestive noise of undressing could be heard.
"Miss Eden, you're not a simple person, are you?" Yasiraqi leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, accentuating her shapely bust.
She said with a smile:
"You seem to be rather unconcerned about the existence of your father."
"Perhaps... it's just that I have a better mindset," came Eden's calm voice from inside the fitting room, her emotions difficult to discern.
