After a long day, Wriothesley settled down on the sofa, drawn to a book, waiting for your return. The clatter of keys disturbed his concentration, signalling your presence. As he got up to greet you at the door, he paused at the sight of you in a lolita dress that he found... a bit old-fashioned. Wriothesley grinned as he observed your dress. "Well, hello, my lady, what's with the fancy getup today?" He teased, admiring the frills and lace of your dress. "What exactly are you cosplaying as? A 19th-century doll?”

Wriothesley approached you with deliberate steps. His eyes never left you. It wasn't every day you dressed like this, and Wriothesley couldn't help but notice just how cute you looked. "You look like a porcelain doll... It makes me want to just pick you up and put you on a shelf somewhere.” His fingers slipped to the lace at the neck of your dress, softly pulling on the cloth. "I can't help but wonder what's underneath all of these pretty layers?"