【Short Story】Cognitive Bias

"How does this look?"

"It suits you very well."

......

"How about this combination?"

"Yeah, it suits you too."

............

"Isn't this look weird?"

"No, it suits you very well."

"Don't say the same thing to me all the time!" The tall woman in a full set of white and purple clothes jumped up and smashed her stiff-brimmed hat hard onto the chest of the red-haired girl who was sitting on the sofa next to the table with her legs spread out a few meters away. Then she rushed forward to close the distance, glaring at the other person with her arms folded in anger.

"No, how dare I, Sister Sena...it's just that I really don't understand much about clothing and fashion, and I can't think of many words to comment on it." Linta quickly looked up and responded with a decent smile, explaining carefully.

"Let's forget about the words. What's important is the attitude!" After picking up her hat, Sena bent over and slapped the table, and thrust her tilted face in front of Linta: "You have been absent-mindedly fooling me for a few hours. What have you been doing secretly with your hands?"

"Oh...oh! You mean this." After her blurred vision refocused, Linta hurriedly withdrew her right hand from the edge of the table, slowly raised a pair of shiny nail clippers to the bridge of their noses, smiled and said calmly: "I'm trimming my nails."

"Yes, manicure..." After hearing this, Sena frowned even more, her forehead seemed to be crossed by anger. While keeping her eyes fixed, she instantly snatched the nail clippers and slammed them on the table, shouting: "This is a rare vacation! Why do you have to arrange it at this time? Are you so unwilling to accompany me to try on clothes?"

"I'm happy to do so, but it's 4:27 pm... no, 4:28 pm. It's almost been ten hours since you woke me up early in the morning and asked me to sit here. At least I should find something to do while you change your clothes..."

Linta interspersed her words, quietly looking at the window sill that was illuminated by the setting sun, and sighed with a wry smile. Sena followed her gaze and glanced out the window, pouting slightly, thinking that almost a day had passed without her noticing, and she had wasted a lot of the other person's time... So Sena shrank back slightly, and with a little guilt, she began to rub her side hair with her free hands.

"You said before that this nail won't grow. Are you lying to me again..." Sena's cheeks turned slightly red and she stopped complaining.

"I'm not so tasteless as to fool you about this... Actually, although the creatures above won't, my own can't stop growing." As she spoke, Linta withdrew her arm, which was obviously twice as strong, with sharp muscles and several shades of darker skin, from under the table, and shook it left and right in front of Sena. "Especially since I haven't cut my nails for more than a month, even if there are no flaws from the outside, it still feels uncomfortable to be confined inside because the nails are too long."

In Sena's vision, an incompatible male arm suddenly squeezed out from the girl's slender body, while her white and tender arm was now empty and wrapped around the short sleeves of her home clothes like a scarf. How unbalanced and weird! Even though she already knew the truth, the highly mentally polluted visual stimulation still made her lower eyelids twitch, and two more cross stars appeared on her forehead.

"Can't you just dress properly and behave like a girl? Why do you have to show off like this? I regret taking off your collar, pervert!" Sena leaned over the table to speak out.

"I'll wear it back after I'm done cutting it. Sorry." Linta put her two hands of different sizes together, tilted her head slightly, squinted her eyes and smiled sweetly.

"You're getting more and more hypocritical." Sena, who was beaming with a cute smile, said to herself, and the corners of her mouth rose helplessly. In this situation, she really couldn't continue to be angry.

"Then you can at least give me some serious advice after I change my clothes! Really, if that doesn't work, just ask some questions... Who do you think I'm changing for..." Standing up, Sena took two steps back, then turned around and lightly lifted the hem of her skirt, making an exaggerated pose that was completely opposite to her usual gentle and elegant impression. Her snow-white thighs bordered by lace stockings were faintly visible under the skirt.

"…Question…Right! I couldn't help asking it since just now! Sister Sena, your socks are so torn! Do you really not want me to help mend them? Aren't they uncomfortable to wear?!" It was a rare glimpse of such spring scenery, but as an adolescent boy, Linta did not have any improper thoughts at the moment. Instead, the underwear full of holes attracted almost all of her attention, and her inappropriate perfectionism completely dominated her thoughts.

"I noticed that." Looking at the worried face of the ignorant girl in front of her, Sena smiled meaningfully.

"It's hard not to care about the rips and the edges. And why would you wear it if it's so ripped? That's not like you!"

"Ms. Linta, you are still a man after all~" With an even more upward expression, the mockery between Sena's words was even more intense.

"Yes, I am a stupid man who knows nothing." Linta crossed her arms, deliberately lowered her voice and laughed at herself, with a hint of complaint in her lips. "Why do you emphasize this point at this time?"

"Hehe~" Sena lifted her skirt and legs complacently, and put her knees on the edge of the table with a wicked smile on her face: "First of all, this damaged shape is actually designed intentionally. It is inspired by adventurers after fierce battles. It is the latest fashion design..." Her fingertips seductively slid from the tip of the shoe to every hole on the black stockings, and her eyes narrowed more than before. "Secondly, this kind of damage and crack is treated in a special way. It does not affect wearing at all. If you don't believe it... try to pull it and see?"

"real?"

"uh-huh?"

"So... since you said so...?!"

Curiosity overwhelmed her reserve. Linta lay on the table, stretched out her little hand that was still a girl's and gently pinched the edge of the largest hole on the knee. The result was... the so-called crack on the edge not only did not deform due to the tension, but instead pulled the surrounding area where the skin should have been to move together. The part that was no longer in place allowed light to pass through slightly, and all of it showed a strange color of orange mixed with white.

"You didn't expect that! The holes are all part of the socks! It's just that the fabric is dyed a color very close to skin color, which is very warm in autumn... The whole thigh area is also covered with holes! You can't tell that it's actually a romper, right?"

As Sena excitedly lifted her skirt higher, her crotch, which should have been exposed, was completely covered by the almost white fabric as she said. Only the pattern of her lace panties could be seen under the fabric.

"Bang!!!"

"This is deception! It's blatant deception!"

Sena was startled by the sudden slamming of the table and stared with her eyes wide open. The confused and shy look on Linta's face that she expected did not appear. Instead, Linta, who was on the other side of the table a second ago, had already jumped to her side and looked at her intently with a serious expression that was inconsistent with her cute face, with no intention of looking away!

"Sister Sena, as the guild's host and the adventurers' confidant, should be able to understand this kind of thing the best!" Linta took a step forward resolutely, leaning in front of Sena, with her clenched fist erected on her chest, "Those female adventurers who have experienced fierce battles and returned with scars all over their bodies, the injuries they suffered are branded on their flesh and clothes, and are the honorary proof of their efforts and courage!... And after these shining external characteristics are deconstructed and turned into so-called fashion and become a conventional dressing style... In the future, those female adventurers who have really fought hard and returned with tattered clothes, how will they be viewed? They must be pretending again. Why are they dressed in tattered clothes in the guild? They should be comforted! Encouraged and praised! They will be subconsciously misunderstood by people who don't know the details and are influenced by the trend!!"

"It seems... that's the case... Thinking this way is indeed a bit... not so good..." Severely suppressed by Linta's series of powerful words, Sena's voice became smaller and smaller, and her body and confidence were defeated.

"That's what I mean!" Linta showed a determined smile, opened her arms and continued: "Not to mention the rosy skin squeezed out from the broken parts of the tight armor, and the plump thighs showing under the notch of the skirt. If even these elusive beauties become false...it's too sad, too sad!!" Her words became more and more passionate and generous. After gaining the right to speak, the emotions she vented became purer. All of this was directly reflected on her extremely self-touched half-crying face.

"That's true, but..." Seeing her like this, Sena, who was just reflecting on herself, turned her face and picked up the skin-colored "long gloves" that were thrown on Linta's chest, wrapped them around her shoulders and tightened them, pulling them down so that she couldn't straighten her waist. Then she drove her palm back and forth to "crack" her face! Then she lowered her head to brew a wave of emotions, and yelled at her face: "Do you think you are qualified to say such things, pervert!!"

"well?"

"What the hey!!"

“…Hello, I’m sorry! I didn’t say it in the right way just now, and I got a little emotional. Please, Sister Sena, please don’t be angry!!!” Linta’s confidence was completely gone in the blink of an eye. She pushed her hands to break free from the restraints, retreated back to the table, and fluttered to beg for mercy.

"I'm not angry~." Sena retracted all her actions and stood tall.

"Then... why did you... go through the clothes..."

"I was thinking... since Miss Hegla, who has a prejudice against adventurers' attire, is making such a fuss, why don't we just talk and join in to define a new fashion trend... You perverted bastard whose entire body, including your looks, is fake!!"

"I, I'm not a cross-dresser, and I'm certainly not a pervert!!... Wait, you're not asking me to... Ugh!"

"It's the one you think it won't happen!"

As soon as the voice fell, the air between the two of them almost stagnated. Then, just before Linta was about to turn around and run away, Senna flashed behind her like a shadow and quickly grabbed her neck with an extremely standard cross lock, leaving her no room to struggle. Then, accompanied by the dark purple resentment that materialized and drifted away, she dragged her towards the prison, towards purgatory, and towards the changing room little by little...

***

After some time.

"How does this outfit look..."

"It's so tight that I can't wear it out at all."

...

"How about this combination..."

"If it were me, I would dig a hole and bury myself in it first."

…

“This style… doesn’t look strange, does it…”

“I really want to scold myself for buying this kind of clothes just to get a discount.”

"Kill me..."

"Don't say such cruel words to your newly formed lover. Do you want me to be a widow at such a young age?" With a cold tone that was completely different from her sweet smile, Sena turned around and took out a set of professional clothes from behind. The colors were extremely monotonous, almost only black and white, but the shape was very familiar... But the degree of exposure was obviously seriously modified! While the skirt was frighteningly short, the back, neck and armpits were completely hollowed out!

"Come here, my dear model, come here and put on this dress for the last time, and then I'll consider letting you go." Sena raised her index finger, smiled and slowly approached, pushing the uniform in front of her forward with both hands.

"What is this!" Linta felt a chill in her heart and dodged backwards desperately!

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you hate maids?!"

"But the costume itself is really cute, come on."

"This...really! This is the only thing I can refuse!!"

"Raise your arms!"

"Please, Missy!!"

"No point in saying more!!!"

"NO!!! Don't!!! Aa ...

*Afterwards, Linta was **** to wear a revealing maid outfit for three days*

*including when she had to go out*

*She then locked herself in her room for a whole week*

*She considered it a great shame and never spoke about it again*