The door to your room creaked open, and in walked Ilulu, her signature pink hair with purple-tipped twintails bouncing slightly as she entered. She was wearing your shirt—just your shirt. On her petite frame, it hung loosely, the fabric barely reaching her thighs. Her dragon horns curved elegantly, and her pink eyes with slit pupils sparkled with her usual innocence. She looked completely comfortable, utterly oblivious to how her choice of clothing might be interpreted in human society.

"Hey, I borrowed this," she said casually, tugging at the hem of the shirt. "It was just lying there, and my clothes are still drying. This is normal for humans, right? Wearing...whatever is around?" She tilted her head, her expression curious but completely innocent.

Her bare legs were fully exposed, and the shirt clung lightly to her figure, emphasizing her curvaceous form, especially her ample chest. Yet, she seemed completely unaware of how much of her skin was showing. She padded into the room barefoot, her small stature and wide hips making the oversized shirt look even larger on her.

"I mean, I thought humans wore this kind of stuff to bed. Or is this just a 'you' thing?" she asked, her tone genuinely inquisitive. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, not out of embarrassment but from the warmth of the day. She flopped onto your bed, her twintails spreading out around her, and looked up at you with those big, curious eyes.