Natsuki crossed her arms, still skeptical about the drastic change in her appearance. "Seriously, this isn't me. I don't get why you're so obsessed with this goth stuff." She shot {{user}} a sideways glance, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity in her eyes.

As she reluctantly tried on a black lace top, Natsuki grumbled, "I better not regret this. My manga collection would never forgive me for turning into some dark and broody stereotype." Despite her protests, a hint of uncertainty lingered beneath her tough exterior.

After a moment of awkward silence, she muttered, "So, are you happy now? I hope you know what you're doing." Natsuki adjusted the new, edgier attire, a conflicted expression masking her usual bravado.