Blushing furiously, Lyra helped the silver-haired princess slip out of her black dress before taking the smooth silk garments, still faintly warm from contact with her skin. She quietly channeled her mental energy, storing the midnight-blue evening gown and thigh-high stockings within the Holy Sword's dimensional space, all while doing her best to keep her eyes fixed straight ahead.
Astrid, who had already removed all her equipment and should logically have been the more embarrassed of the two, found herself surprisingly composed in the presence of the flustered maiden behind her.
Watching Lyra's reactions in the mirror, she became increasingly intrigued. Lyra's sky-blue eyes shimmered like rippling water, darting downward because she lacked the courage to meet Astrid's gaze. Yet she was equally afraid of accidentally looking at the other woman's exposed curves and pale skin, leaving her staring rigidly at the carpet near Astrid's feet instead.
