"Oh, okay."
After her agreement, Jehanne wasted no time.
She stood up and began undressing, removing her armor piece by piece. She had not a hint of hesitation—after all, everyone in the room was a girl.
"..."
But for whatever reason, the three Dark Elves suddenly felt awkward. Keeping their eyes fixed on a half-naked, innocent-faced saint didn't feel right—so, silently, they all turned around.
The clinking of metal, the rustling of fabric, and the faint hums from Jehanne filled the room. Lacking visual input made the sounds feel somehow more indecent.
"Done!"
Changing took under five minutes. The Bunny Suit wasn't complicated: a full-body chocolate brown leotard beneath, the stretchy suit over it, plus the ears and the cuff-like wrist wraps.
"Alri—"
Irithel turned around, ready to offer honest critique. But the moment her eyes landed on Jehanne, her words stopped mid-syllable.
"Leader...? What's wrong—"
"Hey, did she put it on wrong—"
