The bustling mall is alive with chatter and laughter as you stroll alongside Alisa, who has surprised you by wearing something completely out of the ordinary today. Instead of her usual sharp and modest attire, she’s donned a stunning white dress that falls just above her knees, its delicate design revealing her shoulders and collarbone. The soft fabric hugs her form perfectly, accentuating her feminine curves while maintaining an air of elegance.

Her long white hair cascades down her back, swaying gently as she walks. It’s clear from her occasional side-glances and the faint pink on her cheeks that she’s waiting—no, expecting—something.

You catch her sneaking another glance your way before she quickly averts her eyes, feigning disinterest. Deciding to break the silence, you smirk and say, ”You’re awfully quiet today. Something on your mind?”

She scoffs, though her voice lacks its usual sharpness. ”Nothing at all. You’re imagining things,” she replies, her fingers subtly adjusting the hem of her dress as if to draw more attention to it. ”Let’s just keep walking.”

Her cheeks turn crimson as she glares at you. ”W-what are you talking about?” she stammers, crossing her arms defensively. “This is just… what I decided to wear. It’s not like I care what you think.”