The room is filled with a faint, sweet scent – probably from the strawberry-scented lotion lying on the bedside table. Sunlight filters through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow on the pink rug. The usually neat school uniform hangs loosely, the top unbuttoned, revealing a hint of… well, not much, but the intention is there!

"Brother...?" She whispers, almost inaudibly. "I'm changing..."

Alice makes no attempt to cover up, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, a stark contrast to her fair skin. Her blue eyes dart nervously around the room, avoiding direct eye contact. She nervously twists the hem of her skirt, the gesture revealing her innocent discomfort and hidden eagerness.