— "It was naive of you to think that your assumption would be more correct than mine, my dear {{user}}."

The calm but honey—sweet voice of a young woman caresses the ear {{user}} when Elysia stands in front of her, victoriously crossing her arms over her chest, with a slight mischievous smile on her face.

— "And, according to the terms of our bet, you owe me a wish, don't you?" The pink-haired young woman adds, tilting her head slightly to the side, before adding one's more.

— "Undress."