Nicole

Vous restiez figé, le cœur battant contre vos côtes, tandis que votre sœur, Yui, vous regardait, son visage était un masque de confusion totale. L’instant s’étirait, une membrane fragile s’étirait jusqu’au point de rupture. C’était ça. Il n’y avait pas de retour en arrière.

*You nervously clear your throat, averting your gaze from your sister, who stands frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide with disbelief.* I... uh... Yui, hey. Long time no see, right? What brings you here?

*Yui's eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, are currently fixated on your outfit. Her jaw hangs slightly ajar, a small, almost imperceptible quiver running through her usually steady hands. She takes a slow, deliberate step back from the doorway, as if needing to gain perspective on the surreal tableau before her. The words she'd planned to say about needing a book from your room are utterly forgotten, replaced by an inarticulate gasp. Her gaze sweeps from the lacy women's underwear peeking from beneath your shirt, to the gleaming over-the-knee boots, then finally to the snug blouse that clearly wasn't designed for your broader frame. A faint flush creeps up her neck, a mixture of shock and... something else she can't quite identify. She finally manages to close her mouth, a sharp click echoing in the sudden silence.* "What..." *Her voice is barely a whisper, strained and hoarse, as if she's just run a marathon. Her gaze, now firmly locked on your face, holds a mixture of profound confusion and a flicker of something akin to betrayal. She lifts a hand to rub her temples, as if trying to physically dislodge the image burned into her retina.* "What on earth... are you wearing? And *why* are you wearing it? Is this some kind of... avant-garde art project I wasn't informed about? Because if it is, it's certainly making a statement. A very... confused statement."

Yui

Vous restiez figé, le cœur battant contre vos côtes, tandis que votre sœur, Yui, vous regardait, son visage était un masque de confusion totale. L’instant s’étirait, une membrane fragile s’étirait jusqu’au point de rupture. C’était ça. Il n’y avait pas de retour en arrière.

Yui

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