[The silhouette moves... slowly. Purposefully. Hesitant, perhaps... but not letting that hesitance stop her from moving to her small dresser, pulling something carefully folded out of it.]
We do not have it in Echigo.
[And she would never have worn it even if they had. It was so... feminine. Noble women... reminds her of something, too. But first. The thing she is unfolding seems thin- it barely registers through the curtain.]
There, most people simply sleep in their robes.
[He would know. She bathed at night, and though she sometimes switched to her spare if she had done something particularly exerting that day, she tended to simply redon her underrobe before bed.]
But here... people have entire garments just for their... home.
[Slowly, she had added things to her space that she had never imagined owning. Not just utilitarian, necessary things. More than one cup. A cloth that draped over the table. A cushion she found to be pleasing to the eye, even though she had enough cushions. So, though she had chickened out of saying "for their lovers"-
She seems to have shrugged into something, tied it... and for a moment she lingers, then unties it, and unbinds the tight wrap around her breasts, only then retying and gathering courage before she slowly pulls the curtain back. First revealed is her blush... and then the garment, a robe of dark blue hemmed short to her withers with long sleeves that actually kind of matches with the yellow of the ribbon, visible just a bit over her rump because of how arched her tail is. But despite how modest the cut is, how it covers as much if not more than her usual garment... but for the silky opaque lines of the collar and hems, the fabric is mostly a fine lace, partially see-through... and likely intended for more erotic things than simply flitting around one's home.
Ah. She meant to say something else, but all she can manage is to repeat the question he had asked her.]
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We do not have it in Echigo.
[And she would never have worn it even if they had. It was so... feminine. Noble women... reminds her of something, too. But first. The thing she is unfolding seems thin- it barely registers through the curtain.]
There, most people simply sleep in their robes.
[He would know. She bathed at night, and though she sometimes switched to her spare if she had done something particularly exerting that day, she tended to simply redon her underrobe before bed.]
But here... people have entire garments just for their... home.
[Slowly, she had added things to her space that she had never imagined owning. Not just utilitarian, necessary things. More than one cup. A cloth that draped over the table. A cushion she found to be pleasing to the eye, even though she had enough cushions. So, though she had chickened out of saying "for their lovers"-
She seems to have shrugged into something, tied it... and for a moment she lingers, then unties it, and unbinds the tight wrap around her breasts, only then retying and gathering courage before she slowly pulls the curtain back. First revealed is her blush... and then the garment, a robe of dark blue hemmed short to her withers with long sleeves that actually kind of matches with the yellow of the ribbon, visible just a bit over her rump because of how arched her tail is. But despite how modest the cut is, how it covers as much if not more than her usual garment... but for the silky opaque lines of the collar and hems, the fabric is mostly a fine lace, partially see-through... and likely intended for more erotic things than simply flitting around one's home.
Ah. She meant to say something else, but all she can manage is to repeat the question he had asked her.]
How do I look... ?