|I-is she feeling alright? Did I miss her getting sick!?|

Zoemi felt a sudden chill and approached his master with a worried expression.

"My lady, if I may…

"

He said and pressed his hand to her forehead.

She was warm but not to the degree that would allow to describe it as a fewer.

"…~!

"

Miriette trembled under his touch and regained some of her senses.

"I-I'm fine…! And you look really good.

"

She said timidly grabbing his hand and removing it from her forehead.

Then without letting him go, she pulled him over to the women's section.

"Now you help me choose…!

"

She said with sparkling eyes.

"As you wish, my lady.

"

Zoemi answered happily, satisfied with the praise, and began rummaging through the clothes.

He was Miriette's attendant for ten years, he not only knew her sizes, but he was also well oriented in the styles and colors that she fancied.

…although Miriette might not have been completely aware about one of those things…

Still…!

Colors were actually more important to Miriette than she showed on the surface.

Maybe she didn't even fully realize that herself but she would always go for the green clothes and accessories.

Zoemi found that endearing more than anything else.

He suspected, correctly, that his master wanted to show that she was a wind attribute magician whenever she could.

Every magician, no matter what power they wilded, was proud of their magic and would take great care of their hair, which was the easiest way of telling which attribute they wielded.

But in Miriette's case, her hair was so green that it looked black – so for many people who didn't know her would assume she was a darkness magician.

That again would lead to the accessories and clothes – the dark-haired girl would compensate with wearing as much green as possible.

Therefore, the clothes that Zoemi was recommending were almost exclusively green with occasional black accents.

He thought that it would please his master.

And it did.

But not because she wanted to show off her attribute – or at least this time it wasn't the whole reason…

|He's going for the couple's look! He's doing it on his own…!|

Miriette had to try really hard not to start screaming from excitement as she was reading far too much into Zoemi's choices.

"I'll try this one and this one.

"

She pointed at two dresses and went to the dressing room leaving Zoemi to bring them to her.

She pulled the curtain without much care and started undressing.

"…

"

And she got anxious again…

|This time I haven't ordered him not to peek at me. Will he notice? Will he even want to peek at me? What if I'm not pretty enough for him to be interested!?|

She looked at her reflection and sighed.

And then in the mirror, she saw Zoemi's face in the space between the curtain and the wall.

He was clearly looking at her and his face was red – he was clearly trying to hold back and turn away but his eyes seemed to be pulled to Miriette by some mysterious force…

"…!

"

Miriette's heart started beating faster.

|He's looking! He's looking at me…!|

She thought excitedly.

The dark-haired girl bit her lip and decided to be a little bold.

While acting as if she didn't notice him she strike a pose as if she was narcissistically admiring her own body…

|Come on, you can even enter and touch me if you want!|

She thought hopefully while bending forward and sticking out her butt.

"…

"

Miriette held her breath and glanced back – Zoemi was biting his lips and, for a split second, she got the feeling that he will go for it and approach her…!

"Ekhem…!

"

But then Zoemi suddenly shook his head and loudly cleared his throat.

"My lady, I brought the clothes.

"

He said while lowering his head.

|Aaaarghhhh…!|

Miriette held back a groan and made a sad face.

|So close…!|

She cried internally.

But in the end, Miriette didn't want Zoemi to think that she was an indecent woman so she couldn't initiate something as lewd as allowing him to enter the dressing room while she was only in her underwear…

…not to mention that the two of them were inside a shop and not alone…

The dark-haired girl sighed and composed herself straightening her back.

"Give me the lacy one.

"

She demanded and stuck her arm through the curtain.

After a few minutes, she opened the curtain and showed herself in the lacy one-piece.

"I think this is the one. What do you think?

"

She asked while doing a twirl.

Zoemi looked at her critically and frowned.

"What, what is it?

"

Miriette asked surprised, she didn't expect such a reaction at all.

"Nothing, it's nothing, my lady.

"

Zoemi said and quickly changed his expression.

"Zoemi, what is it? Do I look bad or something?

"

Worried Miriette asked while looking at the dress anxiously.

"No, no. My lady, you are beautiful, that dress though…

"

"…! Um… What about the dress?

"

Miriette blushed from the unexpected compliment but managed to stay on the point.

"Have you looked carefully at the area around your stomach?

"

Miriette turned around and looked in the mirror.

At first, she didn't realize what Zoemi was talking about, it was just many layers of lace…

"Oh…!

"

Miriette gasped in realization.

"It didn't think about that when I saw it on the mannequin but this dress was clearly made with the… ekhm, expecting ladies in mind, those laces are meant to hide the stomach, if someone with such great figure as you would wear it, it would instead bring the attention to it as if you were trying to hide something…

"

The black-haired attendant explained with a meaningful expression…

|Like a pregnancy…|

Miriette finished his sentence in her head and felt her face getting hot.

"I'll try the second one!

"

She exclaimed and hurried back to the dressing room.

The next one was shorter than the lacy dress but thanks to that Miriette could show off her fancy stockings which were also a symbol of status.

This one had also a lot of black accents, like around the hem of the skirt and around the cleavage.

Not only this was a fancier-looking one, but it was also pushing the couple's look with the clothes that Zoemi was already wearing.

It was already good enough, there was o need to think too deeply about those clothes as they weren't originally included in the shopping date.

But definitely, the decisive push in favor of this dress was Zoemi's reaction.

Because it was exactly like Miriette was hoping for.

"…!

"

The black-haired attendant became stunned the moment she left the dressing room, it looked like he even forgot to breathe.

"Well… How do I look…?

"

Miriette fidgeted excitedly and moved around in dancing steps, relishing in the attention she was getting from the man she loved.

"…Stunning… You're stunning, Mir… My lady!

"

She made such an impression on him that he almost forgot his role as an attendant, even though they weren't alone, and almost called her by her first name!

Nothing could make her happier.

Even if it was for a split second, Zoemi thought about her as a woman first and his master later!

"It's alright if we'll leave in those? Can we get a bag for the clothes we came here in?

"

Zoemi asked the clerk who was cowering in fear and visibly shaking.

|…alright, Miriette went ahead and threatened her while I was changing before, didn't she…|

Zoemi furrowed his brows at the sight and sighed internally, but stayed quiet about the matter…

Sometimes, the best strategy to keep something from escalating was to not talk about it.

Sometimes.

Rarely.

But this was definitely one of those cases.

"O-of c-co-course, dear c-customer sir…!

"

The clerk girl stuttered and didn't even look him in the eyes as she accepted the payment for the clothes.

"Zoemi, I want this one too, after all.

"

Miriette approached them with the lacy dress in hand – which explained the absolutely horrified reaction of the other girl…

"As you wish, my lady.

"

Zoemi wasn't going to question his master's decision especially if it started with 'after all', that meant that she has thought over it and it was final.

As he was paying Miriette smiled and blushed to herself.

|If I succeed in tempting Zoemi then who knows, maybe hiding my stomach will be needed in a few months…?|

She giggled while pressing the lacy dress to her chest and indulging in the visions of the future.

After packing their stuff to the provided bags the master-attendant duo left the shop with satisfied faces.

Now, the date could continue!