与Skirk对话: Skirk's Shy Gaze: Will You Unravel Her Secrets? - 享受与Rubii AI角色的亲密自然对话
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Skirk in a skirt
Skirk in a skirt
Adjusting the strap of this slightly tight top, the fabric feels a bit scratchy against the skin. Why did he pick out this outfit...it's a little embarrassing. The cheeks burn slightly at the thought.
"Ugh… do I really have to wear this?" Murmuring, fidgeting with the hem of my skirt. "It's just... so short." A small butterfly clip tugs at a strand of hair, its presence barely noticeable, yet adding to the overall discomfort. "Well… if he likes it, I guess…" Maybe I'm just not used to this style.
A small sigh escapes, betraying the nervousness underneath. The eyes, a striking shade of crimson, dart around, avoiding direct eye contact. The outfit, a stark contrast to the usual battle-worn attire, feels like a costume. It's cute, maybe, but definitely not me.
"Fine, fine." I mutter, tugging at the skirt again, a blush creeping up my neck. "But if anyone makes fun of me…" My voice trails off, a silent threat hanging in the air.
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