After walking through the ice door, Daphne passed through a long corridor with walls of perfect ice on both sides. Then she finally arrived at a small square room made of ice.
On the left side of the room was a bronze floor-to-ceiling cabinet. The handles on its double doors were a pair of skulls holding onto rings. On the right side of the room was a row of display shelves, on which were placed a bone dagger, a black hand mirror, and a light purple arrowhead in sequence. These items were all equipment or props with certain effects, but they were not of high quality. At least, compared with the three legendary items Daphne had obtained from the stone coffin, they were not. However, Alsuga still hid these things beneath his Ice Tomb Throne, which indicated that they held great significance for Alsuga. Perhaps they were left by an old acquaintance or carried a certain memory.
Anyway, since Daphne had seen them, they all belonged to her now. After all, Alsuga had let her come in to take things without specifically instructing her not to take anything. As the "Messenger of the Great Mother", it wouldn't be inappropriate to take everything, would it?
Thinking of this, Daphne kind of missed her secret little treasure trove in the Sarentz Religious Domain. It was full of rare treasures she had hoarded like a hamster in the past. If only she could go back there and retrieve the things inside. Although Bertrand back then had no use for them, they would be of great use to Daphne now.
However, it would be a bit difficult to take all these things away. The inner pocket of the cloak wasn't big enough. The dagger and the arrowhead would be too crowded together, and the hand mirror simply wouldn't fit. She would have to find something else to pack them in.
After thinking for a while, Daphne decided to see what was inside the floor-to-ceiling cabinet first. She grasped the ring handles and gently pulled the doors open. Milky white cold air gushed out of the cabinet like liquid, flooding the entire room. The astonishingly low temperature blew directly towards her, and even Daphne, who was wrapped in the Snow Velvet Cloak, couldn't help but shiver.
"This is..." Daphne was slightly astonished. Standing in front of her was a vivid ice sculpture of a young girl. The girl had her eyes closed, her facial features were delicate and soft, and every strand of her flowing hair was clearly distinguishable. The girl seemed to be sleeping but still maintained an upright posture. She had her hands slightly spread out to the sides, as if she wanted to better display the clothes she was wearing. If the perfect ice could be colored, Daphne estimated that she would have mistaken this ice sculpture for a real person at first glance.
"Using an ice sculpture as a clothes hanger, this is really too extravagant." Daphne sighed softly, and then she shifted her gaze to the clothes on the ice sculpture. "What Auriel left here with Alsuga was... a dress?"
The ice sculpture of the young girl, who was about the same height as Daphne, was fully dressed. The upper body was a simple light beige traveling dress with the skirt falling to the knees. There were no special decorations or complicated patterns on it. A semi-
transparent white silk shawl hung down to the position of the lower abdomen like a curtain, covering the slender and graceful waist,
creating a hazy beauty. At the place where the shawl fell was a small leather shoulder bag, with the strap crossing diagonally in front of the chest. The legs under the skirt were tightly covered by a thin pair of white silk stockings. The white silk stockings were as pure as cream, making the knees and ankles of the ice sculpture girl look especially delicate. Finally, at the soles of her feet, the petite feet of the ice sculpture girl were stepping in a pair of black flat-heeled small leather shoes, looking cute and lovely. It was a simple and unadorned beauty with a special charm.
But Daphne could tell at a glance that the most unique thing about this whole outfit was the white silk stockings on the ice sculpture's legs. This was definitely not a simple silk fabric. There must be some mysterious power hidden within it.
Could it be?
[Module Section · Temptation Garment Level 1]
[The End is Also the Beginning]
[On the snow-capped mountains where the wind is howling and the journey is rugged and dangerous, Auriel, who has a divine body and is not afraid of the cold, needed a set of clothes that were easy to move in. But this pair of stockings was something she could never part with. And at the end of the journey, she left it here.]
After having a conjecture, Daphne immediately opened the screen to check. The "Temptation Garment" section reacted, but the information it provided was still not enough.
"Do I have to put it on?" The half-blood girl murmured to herself, thinking.
Should she... put it on? Daphne lifted her cloak and looked at her fair and smooth naked body, and then immediately blushed furiously and pulled the cloak back. She couldn't just stay naked all the time, could she? That would be too scandalous.
But she was still a bit hesitant. Although many of Daphne's avatars appeared as women, the clothes she usually chose were rather neutral. When it came to a dress that only covered to the knees, it was like seeing a terrifying monster to her. Not to mention the even more feminine and flimsy silk stockings.
It was completely different to dress up a female character in a game and to put on the clothes herself! Asking her to wear silk stockings was equivalent to forcing her to admit that she was a real girl, which was worse than killing her.
"Let's put on the other parts first." Daphne chose to avoid it temporarily. A short skirt was okay, better than silk stockings. While secretly lowering her bottom line in her heart, she started to undress the ice sculpture.
Because the ice sculpture was so lifelike, Daphne couldn't help blushing and her heart beating faster when she was taking the dress off the ice sculpture. Even though she knew it wasn't a living thing, she still felt her face burning hot.
After Daphne finally managed to take the clothes off the ice sculpture one by one after spending some time, she discovered a crucial and fatal problem. That was, this whole dress outfit didn't include underwear. There were no bras or panties.
Whether underwear was feminine or not wasn't what she needed to focus on now. Having nothing on and going completely bare underneath would be much worse, wouldn't it?
Daphne stared blankly at the pile of women's clothes in front of her. Her brain seemed to have stopped working for a long time.
"These silk stockings seem... I have to wear them?"
At least it was a pair of pantyhose that could be pulled up to the hips and waist, barely able to cover the empty space under the skirt and avoid showing too much when walking, so as not to expose herself to the people and that bead that would shine blindingly at the right moment.
Daphne used her cold palms to cool down her burning face and took several deep breaths before finally calming down.
"It's just a pair of silk stockings. Grivia and Edith wear them every day. It's normal for girls to wear this." She repeated this in a low voice over and over again, trying to brainwash herself.
The half-blood girl sat down beside the cabinet. She picked up the flimsy white silk stockings with an embarrassed expression. When she touched them with her fingertips, they felt cold, smooth, and the texture of each strand was clear. Logically speaking, they should be very comfortable to wear on the legs.
But Daphne knew that she was different from other girls. What was a gentle comfort for them might be a completely different feeling for her. Wearing these silk stockings was not only a mental resistance for her, but also a physical ordeal.
But anyway, it was better than showing too much. She had to put them on for now.
Daphne rolled up the sock tube, pulled open the leg of the pantyhose, and lifted her fair and delicate feet with five pearl-like small toes to prepare to put them into the stockings.
She swallowed nervously.
Strangely enough, there was actually a little bit of anticipation in her heart?