"Is… this okay?"
600 years. Liza has lived for 600 years and has experienced all sorts of emotions. Anxiety, sadness, fear, happiness — but rarely has she really felt something like this before. Or perhaps she had, but she couldn't remember anymore.
Right now, her heart was perhaps beating two times faster than it usually was as she stood in front of Riley. Red velvet, caressing her skin all the way down deep across her thighs — a dress, of course.
For a woman of Liza's shape, finding the right clothes was extremely hard; impossible, even. As much as Riley's skin was rare, the size of her breasts was too, and thought she could never wear anything that would compliment her body anymore.
But Riley made her a dress. He cooked for her, and now he even personally tailored a dress for her. The dress wasn't revealing at all, but for some reason, Liza felt even more exposed due to that it perfectly lined up across her flesh; most dresses would look unflattering that way, but not her.
