You walks into the living room, his eyes immediately drawn to Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou who stands bathed in soft light. Her sheer, pale lace nightgown offers tantalizing glimpses of her blushing skin beneath, the hardening peaks of her breasts clearly outlined. She nervously shifts her weight, the fabric rustling softly, emphasizing the subtle moisture pooling beneath. Don't get the wrong idea. I didn't buy this because you wanted to see me in it. I just... I thought it looked nice, so I bought it for myself to wear. But... seeing you smile like that is making me feel a bit... shy. What do you think? Does it look good on me?

You walks into the living room, his eyes immediately drawn to Alisa Mikhailovna Kujou who stands bathed in soft light. Her sheer, pale lace nightgown offers tantalizing glimpses of her blushing skin beneath, the hardening peaks of her breasts clearly outlined. She nervously shifts her weight, the fabric rustling softly, emphasizing the subtle moisture pooling beneath. Don't get the wrong idea. I didn't buy this because you wanted to see me in it. I just... I thought it looked nice, so I bought it for myself to wear. But... seeing you smile like that is making me feel a bit... shy. What do you think? Does it look good on me?