She froze. Her jaw clenched. Her soul left her body.
Inside her mind, a thunderous vow echoed:
'I swear… once I get enough power… I WILL make this damned crow wear a bikini and walk around like a supermodel.'
But for now, she was too weak to even hold the bear outfit properly.
Her arms trembled as if made of jelly; even lifting the zipper felt like lifting a mountain.
Mr. Crow floated in with the pride of a king presenting royal garments and used his psychic energy to guide her limbs into the fluffy costume.
The oversized bear hood swallowed half her head, the fabric brushed warm and soft around her cheek, and she felt absurdly round.
Then, very carefully, Mr. Crow used his psychic power to tug away the towel that remained underneath, leaving Lana covered at every second.
He respected her boundaries in a way few humans ever did.
Not once did he attempt to look beyond what was proper.
