Local Netizen Elf’s Life In Another World

Case 342: Attire change.

In the end, we didn't do anything inappropriate in the forest.

Not because anyone was shy or anything. Just... not yet—that's the atmosphere I felt. What did happen, though, was a change in my schedule. It has popped up in my mind at some point, but I probably need to change up my clothing if I want to be a deity.

A person's impression, be it temporary or persistent, can mean a lot, and with my current outfit choices, I'd be no more than a rural elf princess. After all, I'm an unfashionable girl, so I only wear simple skirts and sweaters all the time.

I'll have to thank Tina for reminding me of that later.

Now then, the question is simple—what should I wear from now?

The obvious answer would be to copy my senior, Eva, and choose something like a peplos. It looks good, suits the current time, and also gives off that mythical vibe as well. But here's the problem—boobs.

No, literally. 

The reason it looks good on Eva is that she is beautiful. That much is obvious, but it's also because her chest is just the right size for this kind of style. It's balanced and everybody is happy. Not in my case, though.

As far as I know, people used to wear peplos without undergarments, which is honestly quite nuts by modern standards. I mean, only having that thin cloth on your body...?

Nonetheless, Eva doesn't wear undergarments, too, but she's employing shenanigans to make sure she doesn't slip up no matter what angle she is being seen at. To put it bluntly and maybe to crudely, she uses divine power to censor herself and make her tits don't look bad without bras.

Hey, I can do the same thing, but at my size, doing that just seems... unnatural. The tits part. Not that I'm such a degenerate people assume I don't wear anything all the time.

So that's why I'm brainstorming here.

''Just go ask a designer. Why are we even thinking about this?''

''...''

Liana's right.

So, without much thought, I dial my mom and ask her if she knows of any good designer I can commission.

[Hm... there's an old friend of mine. We haven't talked in a while, though.]

''Are they good?''

[One of the best. That much I can assure you. Let me see if I can contact her.]

''Ogey~!''

Nodding in satisfaction at the smooth conversation, I once again pray to the great goddess Eva for allowing me to be born so privileged. Not long after, as we are contemplating another date while waiting, my phone rings.

[She's on her way to you guys.]

''That fast?''

[It's a request from the royal family, after all. She has to even if she doesn't want to.]

''Sounds... about right, I guess.''

So, saying goodbye to my mom, I gingerly step outside the building. As I watch the passersby peacefully with Emy clinging to my back, someone approaches me.

''We met again, Your Highness... no, is it Your Holiness now?''

''Y-You...!''

''...?''

Those dreamy pink eyes... there's no mistaking it, she's Sariel's ex...!

...Well, not really 'ex,' I guess, but she did get her heart broken by that player. By the way, her name is Nina Edsorn, a noble lady. I don't really have a problem with her, but once she and Sariel meet... it'd be quite awkward.

But hey, that's how it is.

So, I quickly take her to the hotel room we're staying at. As to why a hotel when we're in Everwood, Luna wanted to taste the menu here, so.

Either way, things quickly go awkward as soon as I open the door—just as I expect.

'''' ... ''''

''...Why the silence?''

As usual, Liana is the only one brazen enough to interfere in an uncomfortable moment, while Sariel herself is visibly tensing up.

''Who knows?'' I shrug. ''But she's the designer my mom commissioned.''

''I'm Nina Edsorn. It is my honor to meet you.''

Perhaps noticing the towering nobility in the room, Nina cautiously bows her head. She seems especially conscious of Eva—as it should be.

''Ah... well, can you take my measurements right here? There's no separate dressing room.''

''U-Understood.''

''Don't worry. They've seen everything already.''

Maybe that was a weird way to say it, and Nina looks baffled, but I don't really care.

Although she is initially nervous, once the tools are out and the work hits, the noble lady moves swiftly and jots down my measurements. Then, some of us gather around her as she sketches up several concepts according to my needs.

I can certainly see why she's a professional.

''So... about my chest.''

''Your Holiness doesn't want to wear a bra, right?''

''One way to put it. Sure.''

Nina ponders as she stares at my chest.

''Mhm... since you said you could prevent any accidental flashing, maybe we could skimp on the dress a bit?''

''How so?''

''Your Holiness is a Goddess of Lust, so won't a revealing and sexy design be more iconic? How about...''

The designer quickly flips through her sketches and picks a seemingly random one. Then, she breezes through the drawing, erasing and adding details at an impressive speed to finish the design.

''What do you think?''

''Um...''

Okay, it actually doesn't look too skimpy overall. The back is properly covered, and so is most of the front, leave for the shoulders, which will be draped in a thin, transparent veil-like coating of cloth. There are several layers from the waist down, and more fluffy stuff for the arms.

All in all, very elegant and pretty design.

But of course, something has to be different. In this case, there's an abnormally placed cut under the chest. If I wear this, half of my cleavage and a quarter of my breasts will be visible. What is this called, an underboob hole?

Is it trying to imply something's presence stabbing at that hole? 

It's lewd. Quite lewd.

And I kinda like it. Add in some accessories, and I think I might just wear this every day. In the first place, I haven't really paid attention to my fashion or anything. 

''As for the incongruity coming with the implied lack of undergarments, if we cleverly add details to this waist belt...''

''Ooh...!''

With a few finishing touches, my dress comes out nicely—on paper, at least. Nina says it will be ready in a few days, so I'll have to wait for that.

''I'll concentrate on this piece first, but Her Majesty told me to accept however many outfits you desire, so if you still want anything, please tell me.''

''Won't it be too much...?''

''I don't work alone, your Holiness.''

''Ah. So it's like that.''

Since it is also a good opportunity, I take some time to order a few more fits before letting my party members jump on the commission as well. It isn't until deep into the night that Nina finally leaves, carrying a stack of paper.

''Oh, also.''

Hoisting the bunch into her arms, Nina glances at a certain someone in the room.

''It's nice knowing you're still alright.''

''...You too.''

The brief exchange between Sariel and Nina seems almost out of place yet weirdly wholesome. If I have to say... they're like acquaintances now?

I'm not too sure.

Either way, I'm excited for tomorrow. I wonder if the church's interior is finished...