ARIELLE
"I must admit... this is way too much." I frowned as I stood before the tall mirror, assessing my Halloween dress.
I did what I had dreaded and reached out to Raiden for help, but in the end, I was left a little disappointed.
"Well, at least we know he isn't blind," Marine's face contorted with a blend of surprise and disgust. "That neckline... Or should I say – the chest line..?"
I nearly exploded with a heavy sigh. Although the dress was supposed to be from the Renaissance era, the cleavage exposure was far too outrageous even for a modern representation.
I had no idea who the designer of the dress was, but they did quite an astonishing job of tailoring it perfectly close to my curves. Almost too close, actually.
As arrogant as it may sound, I can't go to the party wearing this dress. Even with my face covered with a mask, my boobs will just attract way too much attention...
