After rummaging through different clothing, they finally discovered a dress that seemed perfect for Yumina. At first glance it appeared too large for her frame, but as soon as she slipped it over her shoulders, the fabric shimmered faintly and shrank, adjusting to her exact size.
Yumina ran her fingers along the fine stitching, blinking in surprise. "Are you sure you want to give this to me? It looks… expensive." Her voice wavered, as though she were an uninvited guest trespassing in someone else's wardrobe. A small frown tugged her lips, the familiar feeling of being the poor friend stepping into a rich friend's home settling in her chest.
Tyla chuckled, waving dismissively. "I don't even know if this belongs to me. For all I care, it could have been collecting dust here for years. Besides—" her grin turned sly, "—what were you planning to wear instead? One of those bunny girl costumes from the previous house?"
