I ran my fingers over the fabric of the dress Thora had laid out for me. While it lacked excessive embellishments or glamour, avoiding the ostentatious layers that could be bothersome, absent of crochets or the flowing elements typical in dresses worn by noble ladies in the mortal realm, it remained a dress—a simple, dark garment that made my skin flush with heat as I gazed at it.
Turning my attention to the garb beside it, I quickly chose it—opting for a similar attire I typically wore over the more foreign demon styles. I wondered why Thora persistently presented such a dress alongside the outfits I specifically requested each time, as if subtly urging me to reconsider.
Perhaps anticipating the day when I might succumb to the desire to witness how they looked upon me.
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