If previously Lyra had only perceived the uniqueness of Astrid's maid outfit on a visual level, at this very moment, feeling the smooth touch against her back, that uniqueness instantly shifted from sight to sensation.
An indescribably exquisite softness clung to her back, as if covered by a continuous, plump layer of cotton candy, or as if enveloped by two warm, rippling pools of water. Even through the fabric, Lyra could directly feel the tender, alluring the figure of the maid behind her.
Astrid seemed oblivious to it all, continuing to lean forward and comb Lyra's hair. Her pale, delicate fingers slipped into the tresses, gently tying the black ribbon into place.
"Lyra's hair is beautiful, and the texture is excellent too."
The pure black ribbon accentuated the ocean of cherry blossoms, the stark contrast of colors especially radiant under the sunlight.
