Damn it, one day I must get Sophia to dress like this for , even if the Pure White Witch will obediently listen to physically, but with eyes that look at with the disdain one gives a perverted beast...
Ah well, that would be even more exciting, wouldn’t it?
But looking at the sisters all dressed up, Dorothy looked down at herself in her sa old classic school uniform and couldn’t help scratching her head.
No wonder the sisters all left individually just now; she thought it was free ti for everyone to do their own thing and rushed outside to see the spectacle. She didn’t realize the sisters went to prepare themselves.
Indeed, since the madams held such a grand party to welco us, it would indeed be sowhat disrespectful if we showed up in a too-casual manner.
Dorothy figured that out.
However, it’s a bit awkward as she doesn’t seem to have such formal attire. Her wardrobe is all the sa school uniform magic robes; guess that’s what a straight guy’s wardrobe is like.
"Miss, would you like to lend you a dress?"
At this mont, Ruthfiel, who seed well-prepared, sidled up to her lady, naturally clinging to the hobody witch’s arm, and said this.
Yeah, she had also prepared a set of dresses similar to her own sexy outfit for her miss, because she knew how perfect her miss’s divine body was, usually hidden beneath the loose school uniform magic robe.
It’s such a waste to keep such a great thing hidden every day, it should definitely be shown off generously.
Dorothy: "..."
The hobody witch glanced at this mischievous angel. If this one raises her butt, she knows what posture the other wants to use.
"Forget it, your clothes won’t fit ."
Dorothy directly refused.
After all, she is now over 1.8 ters tall, while Ruthfiel is only 1.7 ters, so the clothes obviously wouldn’t fit.
Besides her height, the difference in their body shapes is also undeniable; she doesn’t want Miss Fallen Angel to develop a body complex and start suffering from body anxiety.
Anyway, for similar reasons, Audrey and Madeline’s clothes wouldn’t fit either. Senior Mia’s clothes might work, but the Golden Princess’s style might not suit everyone.
If Dorothy dared to reveal her true self, none of this would be a problem, but she truly doesn’t dare, and her disguised appearance really might not pull off the opulent style.
After all, she’s currently using her classic rustic look with braided hair and black-frad glasses, and mixing that with golden sparkling clothes is just a bizarre combo, right?
However, it’s not a big issue.
"Fafnir, transform."
The hobody witch looked at the small juvenile dragon on her shoulder, raising a dragon for a thousand days to use it at a mont’s notice.
After half a year’s intensive care, although Fafnir is still sowhat immature as a battle robe, with defenses not quite strong enough, using her as a dress is more than adequate.
Thus, the red and black juvenile dragon opened her eyes and roared a cute dragon’s roar, spreading her wings as crimson Dragonfla surged in her jet-like dragon’s wings. The little juvenile dragon soared into the sky and then nosedived down, transforming into a stream of light and covering Dorothy’s body mid-air.
....Magic Dorothy transforming....
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