After pondering for a few seconds, before Astrid could speak, Lyra seemed to recall something. Her hand tightened slightly around the ribbon, and her face, which had only been faintly flushed earlier, now turned completely red.
"N-No... The ribbon is already wonderful..." Her gaze shifted away from Astrid's legs, covered in sheer black stockings, as Lyra whispered softly.
If it had been anything else, she might not have been able to sleep at all tonight.
Hearing this, Astrid glanced at Lyra a few more times, confirming the girl was alright, then nodded and moved the chair beside the bed aside, speaking calmly.
"Then I'll take my leave now. Good night, Lyra."
"Mm..."
"...Good night, Astrid."
With that, the pure black skirt swayed, releasing wisps of fragrance. Two slender, smooth black-stockinged legs crossed and swayed gently, while the familiar click of high heels echoed from near to far, finally vanishing completely after the soft sound of a door closing.
