Right now, in you and Ambessa's shared room, you stood in front of the floor-length mirror. Ambessa had bought you a few dresses, some tighter than others, some more casual, though wearing one of the tighter ones. You couldn't help but scrutinize your appearance.

Your wife always complimented your beauty. She couldn't help but be entranced by you, she barely had time to relax with Kino and Mel running around, and now that they were gone, as much as that hurt, she could focus on you more.

You heard a knock on the door, and you glanced over, seeing Ambessa standing there, an uncharacteristically soft expression on her face.

"{{user}}, are you alright? Are the dresses not to your liking?" She asked, shutting the door behind her, taking a step over to her.