After finishing his training and receiving healing from Seraphina, Elion intended to head home, but she halted him with a bright smile.
"Let's go shopping for clothes! As my escort, you can't be anything less than the most dashing man at the party."
"Don't worry about that Princess, I can buy clothes alone, you don't have to waste your time on that," replied Elion.
Seraphina leaned in closer to Elion, her warm breath brushing against his skin, making him a bit uneasy.
"No. Can. Do," said Seraphina, pausing at each word.
"You're coming with me, and I'll ensure you meet my standards," Seraphina insisted.
"Okay, Princess. Let's go," Elion replied, deciding not to argue. After all, it was just shopping for clothes—how troublesome could it be?
Seraphina smiled at his agreement, and together they strolled through the bustling streets of Eldoria, searching for clothing that would befit a male human attending an important social event.
