Thinking about what she had just done for Astrid being replicated on herself, Lyra instinctively pressed her knees together. Her two legs, wrapped in smooth white stockings, pressed so tightly that only a thin slit remained between them. Her delicate cheeks flushed crimson, and even her blue eyes shimmered faintly with moisture.
Unlike Astrid's dark suspenders that could be fastened at the thighs, the pantyhose on Lyra's legs had been intentionally pulled higher than usual, reaching slightly above her waist due to her personal preference.
If she were undressing herself, it wouldn't be an issue. But having someone else do it inevitably involves some intimate contact, and certain delicate fabrics would inevitably fall into the other's view.
