"So... Are you two finally ready to show me your new outfits, then?" I ask through the door, leaning on the frame and putting some weight on the wooden obstacle. Feeling the resistance, I cross my arms and do my best to do the same with my legs. I can't really say I've gotten used to these double knee joints and their strange shape. Old habits cannot be recreated with osibindah limbs.

Gods, if these two say they need another day!

"Just- J-Just one moment-! Heehee! My lo-VE!" Rose-sweerui squeals with all kinds of bangs and struggling resounding out to me even through the blocking surface. Leaning away with a widened expression, I scoff some of my amusement out. I offer small nods to any members of Brewbrt's household staff coming by. More thumps, more squealing and the latest maid dashes off, a hand over her lips.

"Hold still!" Einervaene calls out, almost as if she's a soldier. A cry of pain yelps right out of her and I flinch at the sound.

"Don't touch there! Only my love can go there!"

"I can't put it on if you don't let me-"

"STOP IT!" Rose-sweerui screams, the gap at the door's bottom flashing with her bulbs' light.

"Just. Let. Me. Get. It. Up. There!"

"Nooooooooooo!" the flower girl cries and wails in a long, almost humouring manner. Yet, regardless, my claw impatiently moves closer and closer to the handle.

"Rose, calm down!" I bark as it increasingly sounds like she might seriously hurt Einervaene. These are definitely kicks I am hearing and with her legs being what they are- A body slams up against the door.

"She's not allowed down there! Only- HEEEHEEE! Y-You are!" she answers, her face probably pinned on the door.

"Let her sort it out or -I will- come in and -ruin- the surprise to do so!" I tell her with a sharply raised voice. I get a series of disgruntled mumbles for a reply.

"Fine... Just this once!" Rose-sweerui relinquishes with an aggressive stomp. However, I find myself doubting her words. She'll bend to my will if I am stern enough with her so the chances of her... Reluctantly letting someone put their hands near her... Where ever she is on about. I can't fathom it.

"Honest to the gods." I lie so brazenly as to cause my body to ache in pain. Shivering the feeling away, I note how silence has taken over the room. Not total, but, compared to before, anything less is basically complete silence. Some hushed whispers manage to reach me.

Excitable is the flavour of the tone.

"You two done in there?" I ask the pair as my pressing of the ear knocks my hat off. Dropping down to get it back on, I grip the door handle just as quick to mind my balance. It unlocks without permission. Hopping up, I get myself back in order as the darkened room reveals itself.

I step in and turn on the lights, noting the damage to the place before I so much as even focus on the girls. I shake my head with a sigh, as this will probably have to be brought up to Brewbrt. Can't imagine he'll feel about another room being trashed up by Einervaene, somehow. Though he's probably got a heart of gold with her.

My eyes settle on the four rosy cheeks, "Well... What do you think?"

Einervaene's lips seal tight and I close the door as Rose-sweerui nervously gestures for it to be. Finding the closest bed, I plop my behind on to it and look on at their work. I can most certainly say that I am impressed, very impressed. But, with a close of my eyes, I look away.

"So, who wants feedback first?" I ask and the woman at Einervaene's side is instantaneous with her answer. The excited, child-like manner in her voice catches my attention.

"Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!" the aelenvari goes, her voluptuous body bouncing up and down. So much so that Einervaene has to get involved to stop the outfit from falling apart under the strain.

"Well, alright then." I say as I put my focus on her entirely. Einervaene bows out of view, a lingering finger securing Rose-sweerui's clothes one last time. She otherwise seems content to look at herself in a mirror, so blatantly lacking the vanity of the other woman here. My final glance catches the telltale signs of reminiscence in her eyes as her now free fingers trace patterns and symbols.

Putting a claw to my chin, I take all of Rose-sweerui's outfit in. Foremost, I'm actually surprised she even agreed to having this much fabric being put on her. It's for all intents and purposes, a wearable sheet, if the wrap around creasing indicates anything. Yet, despite her wearing what I would've thought she'd be vehemently against wearing...

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She's still managed to find a way to make it match her usual tastes for lingerie and erotic underwear-like clothes.

Bright and patterned, the fabric is at its heaviest on her back, leaving her front almost like a cake in its paper. A sweet treat one needs to only slightly peel out of its home to get to. Only a baker makes something I'd get to enjoy once. With how Rose-sweerui can just put it back on, I can enjoy the sight of legs, crotch and bellybutton all I want. Should I ask.

Much the same can be said of the top. There's nothing there to cover the very peak of her body. Only enough to keep her breasts settled in private comfort. The heaviest the outfit gets is in this extravagant bow around her waist alone. And, with how softly it is tied together, I imagine only she or I need tug it for it all to come falling down.

Rather curiously, though, her tubes or whatever she calls them are unlike anything else. Tipped with a decorative, polished wood, like a small piece of fine furniture and hoisted by smooth silk rope. A kind of netting tightens as it goes up to her thighs, securing the things properly. She notices where my attention probably is and does a little tapping dance, letting the hollow wood caps ring out.

Shifting my focus up to her smile, a bit of her hair ends up covering an eye, and she brushes it aside. I smile and take a quick glance at the outfit's colours and am satisfied with them matching her usual tastes. Leafy greens, rosy pinks and reds, and symbols of love and maternity. It's all very much an outfit for Rose-sweerui.

"It fits you very well. I like it." I tell her, nodding and speaking in such a way that my smile is communicated clearly even without it being out in the open. In fact, I'm almost a little upset that I cannot show her the smile. She'll like it very much.

Nonetheless... She's beaming, "Thank you!"

Huffing at the little dance she starts to sing along to, I turn my attention to the outfit's creator.

"All of this was made by you?" I ask Einervaene, gesturing back to Rose-sweerui and then to her own clothes. She knocks herself out of her thoughts and meets me with a spontaneous smile of pride. It grows an embarrassed blemish, and she looks away, fingers fiddling.

"Yes... I wasn't able to make the sandals for Rianta-chira. Or myself, though. We needed to find a carpenter for that. I... I don't really know how to work wood." she admits and I shake my head as that alone does nothing to knock away what she's already done.

"A divine job. Either way, you should be very proud of this." I say, a quick laugh leaving me as her face turns brighter than the lights that flashed under the door earlier. Finishing up with my sincerity over her reaction, I get my thoughts in order and focus them on what she's done for herself.

Quite notably, hers is more covering than Rose-sweerui's, yet it still has its tempting aspects. While the aelenvari's might give me a full view of so much, Einervaene's clings so tightly to her well-developed form it gains its own sense of charm. A memory flashes before my eyes. One of receiving a present when I was still a child, one with a vague shape of something I really wanted... And I just needed to open it to confirm my growing sense of excitement.

Unfortunately for my inner sense of perversion, there will be no presents being opened today.

Outside of the main differences in form and design, Einervaene's is obviously more modest and revealing in a practical sense only. While still having a sense of refinement about herself, there's a cut in the fabric to allow one leg some degree of mobility. Going as high as her collarbone, a few extra bits of decoration keep it largely hidden. And, with Rose-sweerui so close, the sleeves of the two outfits sticks out.

Whereas Rose-sweerui's are longer in width, becoming almost wing-like, Einervaene's are longer like traditional long sleeves. With my attention going back to Einervaene entirely, I note how she has more of a proper belt as well, as opposed to Rose-sweerui's ribbon styling of one. Spotting Einervaene's gloves, I wonder a little about how worn her hands must be. Did she want them intentionally, or is she being mindful of how worked her fingers are?

Shaking my thoughts off of that, I note the colours she has chosen. A lot of metallic shades, much the same as the outfit she first borrowed from Rose-sweerui. Reds and whites, or silvers, I guess? Her belt is a bright, vibrant gold that seems to be threaded masterfully by different shades of it. All the pictures and symbology she has, however, are lost on me.

Lots of lightning and clouds and animals I cannot figure out. There's definitely the distinct shape of a bird in there, yet it's all fuzz ball-y with little stick legs. Birds that are all flying away. I glance higher at Einervaene's expression and see her eyes shift despite her lips being an upward curve.

I can't help but pity her...

I am looking at an art piece made by someone who misses her home so much. My heartstrings are twitching and being pulled on in a way Rose-sweerui can never do. Without a doubt, Einervaene's mind is not in a good place right now. This project has probably only exasperated these thoughts. She's desperate for anything that will remind her of home and she's put so much of that energy into every stitch.

Rose-sweerui steps into view, her expression one of clear uncertainty and possible jealousy, "So... Whose do you like more...?"

Yet, despite all of the problems Rose-sweerui's eyes might cause. Her focus always narrows on Einervaene's face and hair. Never her clothes. Always her exposed flesh and body.

"I'm afraid only a divine revelation can lead me to giving that an answer." I dive out with as to avoid any volatile jealousy and insecurity.

"No...! You must give an answer!" Rose-sweerui strops and she clamours onto me. Her hands grab one of my claws and she tries to entice an answer with a practical showing of her advantages. I laugh her attempts away. However, I appreciate the view of pushed-up breasts on my chest.

"And I will not." I shrug, shaking my head a little.

"My love!" Rose-sweerui whines as she shakes me. Intentional or not, her outfit slips down, revealing more halolight-kissed skin. Her fingers slip around me and I tense up as she triggers my back's recent issues.

"Einervaene?" I go, withholding my own squeal as my back acts up under Rose-sweerui's misguided attempts to please me. Stop! Stop! Stop!

"Hm?" the foreign beauty lets out.

"I understand this might be a bit sudden- But would you mind leaving the room for a little bit? I got something I need to show to Rose in private." I ask, and she flushes up and nods quickly. Rose-sweerui grins, not knowing truly what I want. Ah, dammit!