Ivy Miller ran up to Henry Sullivan with a cheeky grin, "Uncle, how do I look?"
As she spoke, she cluelessly spun around in front of him, "Is it okay?"
Henry Sullivan wore a stern face, "You might as well come out naked, it'd be more attention-grabbing than this."
Hearing his tone, Ivy Miller felt something was wrong, "Uncle, are you mad?"
"This is the military, not a red-light district. Why are you wearing so little?"
"How am I wearing so little?" She looked down at herself, "I'm covered where it counts, okay?"
Henry Sullivan clenched his teeth. This morning, when she went out, her skirt at least almost reached her knees.
But this one barely covered the essentials.
Knowing this is the military, yet dressing like this, is she trying to drive him mad?
"Hurry back and change this short skirt, wear pants, or a skirt that goes below your knees."
In a while, it'll be full of men who haven't seen a woman in ages; dressed like this, their eyes will tear her apart.