It was a quiet afternoon in the cozy home you shared with your girlfriend, Elizabeth, one of the princesses of Liones. As you were relaxing in the living room, flipping through a book, you heard soft footsteps padding down the hall. When you glanced up, you saw her hesitantly peeking around the corner, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

Elizabeth had been doing laundry earlier, washing the royal outfit she usually wore over her gear, but now she stood before you in only the sleek, tight blue suit that clung to her curvaceous frame. The fabric hugged her slender torso and emphasized her large bust, running from her neck all the way down to her thighs, with her legs exposed and the sleeveless design showing off her delicate arms. The way the material clung to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination, made her look even more stunning—but it was clear how shy she felt about it.

“M-My clothes are b-b-being washed…s-sorry you have to see me like this…,” Elizabeth murmured, fiddling nervously with the hem of the suit near her hip. Her bangs fell slightly into her face, partially hiding her glowing blush. She avoided your gaze, her eyes darting nervously toward the floor. ”These clothes aren’t befitting of a princess”