[ There he goes, swooping away to the dressing room with glee. Honestly, that Nishi thinks something as simple as a dress will frighten him is worthy of amusement all in itself. He doesn't tarry; he's quick to shed his current outfit and don the maid dress, although it isn't without some complaint: ]
You couldn't even get me thigh-highs to go with this? Or heels?
[ But Nishi is right. It doesn't take him long to change, and soon enough, he's stepping out for final inspection. He even goes as far as to give a curtsy, plucking the skirt of the dress up to allow a proper one, even if, traditionally, if this is meant to be Hingan style, he should do a bow. ]
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You couldn't even get me thigh-highs to go with this? Or heels?
[ But Nishi is right. It doesn't take him long to change, and soon enough, he's stepping out for final inspection. He even goes as far as to give a curtsy, plucking the skirt of the dress up to allow a proper one, even if, traditionally, if this is meant to be Hingan style, he should do a bow. ]
Well?