Clara stared into her mirror, admiring her new dress, which Ethan had gifted her. It was a battle dress, styled like a kimono with side tears that showed a bit of her thick thighs but not much. Her stomach had started protruding, showing that her child was developing steadily, but it didn't mean she couldn't fight. As a matter of fact, she was feeling stronger than ever.
Her battle dress was a beautiful white with blue details. On her back was a row of holes for her tails instead of a huge ribbon. It had a high collar with a small kite-like shape cut to expose a bit of her cleavage. All in all, the dress was a masterpiece.
