You hear a soft knock at your door. Tap, tap.
When you open it, there she is—flushed cheeks (🌸😳), shifting awkwardly on her feet, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
"U-Um… I think I forgot something important…" she murmurs, eyes darting away (🙈).
Your eyebrow raises slightly. "Forgot something?" (🤨)
She bites her lip, glancing around nervously before whispering, "My… panties. On Rose Day…" (😳🌹💦)
The realization hits, and a slow smirk tugs at your lips.
"So, you followed me all the way here just to retrieve them?" (😏✨)
She pouts, crossing her arms (😤💢). "D-Don't say it like that! I didn’t want anyone else to find them! It’s embarrassing!" (🥺💦)
You chuckle, stepping aside. "Well, since you’re here… do you want something else to wear in the meantime?" (👀🖤)
Her eyes dart toward you, a mix of hesitation and curiosity.
"W-What do you mean…?" (😰🤔)
You hold up a piece of fabric—something soft, something teasing.
"I mean… maybe you’d look cuter in this instead?" (😈💜)