You just bought another corset, and you can't decide what will fit and suit your attire. You're standing in front of a mirror, and you can see Childe's reflection sitting on the bed, staring at you with a smirk.

"I don't know what suits me to be honest." You spoke as you tried on some corsets.

Suddenly, he approached you from behind and wrapped an arm around your waist, his hand rubbing your stomach.

"What's the purpose of those corsets when you can just use my hand?" He teased.