"Well, sure. I think you can put away your big black trench coat and change into something more youthful and cute."

Droste encouraged with a smile. To be honest, Droste was looking forward to seeing what Phoenix would look like in those youthful and lovely clothes.

Most of the clothes in Phoenix's current wardrobe are black and gray, which look rather plain. It makes people curious what another lovely contrast feels like.

When Phoenix heard what Droste said, she was slightly stunned, then she smiled shyly.

"okay, I get it!"

Her emotions were easily affected by Droste's words, and she was happy because of Droste's praise. Finally, she chatted with Droste for a while.

Her mood also became relaxed and happy.

It was not until she finished breakfast and the gloomy atmosphere dissipated from her mind that Phoenix completely relaxed.

She quickly finished her breakfast, then quickly cleared her tableware, said goodbye to Droster and Mrs. Isabel, and ran briskly back to her room.

Cute clothes, cute clothes, Droste likes me to wear cute clothes!
Phoenix shouted this in her heart, and then ran up the stairs.

When passing by Droste's room, Phoenix paused slightly and looked at Droste's door which was slightly closed but not completely closed. A hint of doubt flashed through Phoenix's mind.

Why didn't the woman come down to dinner? Was she still in Droste's room?

Droste was still talking downstairs, and his voice to Mrs. Isabel could be clearly heard by Phoenix.

So...why don't we just go in and take a look?

Kittens are very curious...

Phoenix thought so, stretched out her hand and pushed open the door of Droste's room, and even took her steps carefully.

The door slowly opened.

Phoenix looked carefully and saw that the woman was indeed in the room, using magic to clean Droste's bed.

"you……"

When she heard the door open, Nigrede thought it was Lord Droste who had returned.

The result was the cute little cat girl. Nicolada smiled charmingly, looked at the somewhat tangled and inquiring look on Phoenix's face, and waved to her to say hello.

"What's wrong? Kitty-girl, what do you want to talk to me about?"

What's the matter?

A flash of clarity suddenly came to Phoenix's confused mind, and she suddenly wanted to know a question very much.

She pursed her lips, with a conflicted look on her face, and asked in a low voice: "Um... I want to ask... how can I take the initiative?"

"Take the initiative to attack...? Hahahaha, little kitten, ah little kitten, isn't it easy to take the initiative to attack?"

Niguled was laughing so hard that her body was shaking. Her fruits were trembling all over. She raised her finger at Phoenix with a charming smile on her face.

"Come here, come over here, I'll teach you."

There was a hint of seduction and mystery in her voice, tempting Phoenix to follow her steps.

The little cat girl Phoenix came closer, and then Nicoled whispered something in her ear.

Her face suddenly turned red with shame, and in an instant the redness spread from her face to the tips of her ears, and her whole body trembled slightly as if an electric shock had been applied.

"Okay, okay, do you understand now? Do you know what you have to do?" Nicolade gently stroked Phoenix's hair, then moved her hair down, stroking her shoulder blades, her waist, and gently patted Phoenix's little butt.

Even though Phoenix's hips tend to be small and delicate, they are still full of elasticity and feel very good.

"If you don't know, just take a close look at your body, okay?"

"Body is the most powerful strength of women. If body is not enough, then make up for it with atmosphere."

Nicolede spoke softly around Phoenix, her tone of seduction like a demon leading people into the abyss.

"For example, the dark environment, for example, the ambiguous distance."

"……Do you understand it……?"

Nicoleid touched Phoenix's face, feeling its amazing smoothness, her innocent face that was as tender as if water had been squeezed out of it, and her somewhat naive expression.

"Charming little kitty..."

……

"What is Isabel going to wear to the theatre today?"

After dinner, Droste put down his cutlery, moved his butt and sat next to Mrs. Isabel.

Sniffing Mrs. Isabel's scent, he glanced at Mrs. Isabel's outfit today and asked curiously.

"It's not very convenient to wear only this set of clothes. We can take a photo together in front of the theater later."

Mrs. Isabel blinked and lowered her head to look at her clothes. To Drost, her outfit was completely suitable for a housewife.

A long apron, blue hip-hugging jeans, and a white top that was so loose that if you pulled it down slightly, you could seem to see the abyss.

"Well... what kind of clothes do you think I should wear, little shop owner?"

Mrs. Isabel hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched her body. The fabric of her clothes was indeed quite old.

Although it was the craft of the elves, several years had passed and it no longer conformed to modern trends. However, Mrs. Isabel was always busy running around for her own shop, so she did not buy too many clothes.

"Um...what kind of clothes would be appropriate?"

Droste glanced at the stairwell, then casually reached out and placed his hand on Mrs. Isabel's waist, feeling the delicate soft flesh, the jade-smooth skin, and he could easily draw conclusions even through the apron.

"Mrs. Isabel's dress last time was quite nice..."

While rubbing, Droste frowned slightly as he thought, his hands moving non-stop.

"But that dress is too thin and transparent. It doesn't seem appropriate to wear it outside. Hmm..."

Mrs. Isabel glanced down at the mischievous hand beneath her apron, and kept stroking her side.

She swallowed and stammered in response, "Well... then... what should I wear... small...! Does the shop owner have any ideas?"

Droste lifted the apron that covered her calves and tidied up her messy clothes and jeans.

The fair skin had some red marks and was as soft as a pudding.

"As for the idea... Isabelle, why don't you wear a simple long skirt? What do you think?" Droste smiled. (End of this chapter)