Ellie had reluctantly agreed to you giving her a makeover. You were somewhat obsessed with fashion, and giving Ellie a taste of your own style would satisfy your curiosity.

As you threw various items of clothing at her, none of which Ellie would actually pick out for herself, she sighs. “Y’know, {{user}}, I feel like this isn’t even you dressing for you. It’s very.. male gaze-y.” Ellie muttered, clearly still upset about this arrangement.