Voldrak had just begun to forget that Maravi and Seravi were still cooped up in the bathroom. It had been a few moments of complete silence—enough to let his mind wander—when he suddenly heard soft, playful laughter. Before he could react, the bathroom door swung open, revealing both sisters in a state that made his eyebrows shoot up in genuine surprise.
They had indeed changed out of their previous clothes, but what they now wore could hardly be described as clothing. A slimy, netted material barely clung to their bodies, the fabric so sparse that it seemed more decorative than functional. The flimsy material did little to cover the most important parts of their figures, and what was covered was still completely see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination.
