After a nice bath, Tyla and Yumina finally walked out of the house, steam still rising faintly from their bodies as if the heat of the luxurious bath refused to let them go.
Tyla was wearing the same dress as before, though it didn't look like a proper girl's dress. It was more like something a boy would wear. But it had its own charm: the cloth automatically adjusted its size to fit her body, hugged her at the right places without looking tight, and came with hidden defense arrays stitched into the fabric. Comfortable, functional, and protective— it looked plain, yet extraordinary.
