Esther, because of her mischievous victory over me, is taking me out on a date. I wonder why she chose this, but I'm not going to complain because it's the first time I've left the mansion since we got married.
And now we're riding in the carriage to someplace. I look at the outfit Esther picked for me. It's very elegant and pretty, but once again, it's too mature to the point of giving me a more... "hot" style, so to speak.
"Do you like stockings, Esther?" I ask, noticing that most of the outfits Esther has chosen for me come with a matching set of stockings.
"Yes, but not in the sense you're thinking. You talk as if I had some fetish for stockings," she says, exactly what I was thinking.
"...S-So..."
"I just like the aesthetic. But I don't like wearing stockings like this; they don't suit me. So I make you wear them in my place."
"...You don't like them?" she asks while I'm not quite sure what to say. They're just stockings, and they look pretty on her.
