I stepped into a
private room
this time to change when she returned with the set. The fit of both pieces were surprisingly
comfortable
.
Supporting without constricting... even with the rather
generous proportions
this body possessed compared to others I’ve seen.
The bra design was quite a marvel. That
meticulous
spider functioning as our tailor would probably do a better job of it - but
not by much
.
"How does it feel?"
Anise questioned from the other side of the door when I took a while
posing at myself
in the provided mirror. I replied with usual
royal arrogance
.
"Acceptable."
Privately, I had to admit it was better than that. After days spent in
nothing
... this felt like an
important step
toward fitting into ’civilization’.
When I open the door to show off, her hand immediately
covers a laugh
. She points to the robe I left
on the floor
.
> Right, cameras. Why didn’t you warn me? Don’t even. So I guess it can tell me to do things that I don’t pay attention to, yet reward me anyway when I do them without knowing? I don’t like the idea of that... Finishing tasks... that’s what put me into the position to be questioned about this in the first place! <
Vrika did not share my
ire
. In fact, it still seems to be ignoring me again - likely because I keep refusing to think deeply about its
precious
fated mate.
The hells know that it could at least
let a woman sleep
on such new information.
A nap in a strange room where I dreamed of
my grandmother
does
not
count as time to step back and process things...