Shirley stood in front of the mirror, shifting uncomfortably as she looked at her reflection.
The outfit Lumian had picked out for her was... something else.
A short, fitted tennis skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, paired with a snug sleeveless top that hugged her breasts just a little too well. Her hair, now noticeably shinier and healthier than before, had been pulled into a high ponytail, exposing the curve of her neck.
She tugged at the hem of the skirt, scowling.
"This pervert…Tch, men are all the same" she muttered under her breath… she paused and looked at Lumian as if remembering something, "Maybe not,"
Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the room.
Lumian was already waiting outside, leaning lazily against the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes had a slight golden glare that flicked toward her as she walked in, scanning her from head to toe.
A slow smirk spread across his lips.
"You took your time."