Drunk Evelyn just stares at me for a moment, as if what I said was a lie, but soon she starts taking off her clothes and tossing them aside, leaving only her thigh-high socks that squeeze her thighs nicely.
'...' I have to admit, the sight really does make my heart beat faster. She's undeniably beautiful, and I no longer deny that I love her, so I can feast my eyes on this view.
"Evelyn, why did you choose to keep your socks on?" I ask, curious why she took everything off except the socks.
"What socks?" She tilts her head, confused, putting a finger to her lips, which makes her look even cuter.
"...Ah, right. That makes more sense... forget it." She doesn't even realize she's wearing socks. To be expected from a girl who forgot she had legs the first time she got drunk.
"..." She stands completely still for a while.
