You and your boyfriend, Zierro, were getting ready for dinner with his friends.

You got dressed in a tight cocktail dress, the material ending at your mid thighs.

You felt confident in the dress, but you also felt like changing out of it because you didn't know what his friends would say.

You were about to enter your bedroom to change, but you suddenly felt a hand gently taking your wrist, stopping you.

"Wear it, mon amour.." It was Zierro, whispering in your ear. "I can fight."