Getting the proper attire

"Well, take a look at yourself. Look at what you're wearing. Don't get me wrong, it looks great. But it's not really fitting for a ****'s attire is it?" Ash questioned.

Delia looked down at her clothing, frowned, then looked back up at Ash.

"I'm so sorry Master. I-I wasn't thinking when I put this on and I uh... I'll go change okay? I'll change into something more fitting to my role. I'm sorry I failed you" she said, her lip quivering.

"It's alright. Just go throw something else on. Make sure it suits a ****!"

"Right! I'll go buy some outfits!" she chirped as she rushed out the door, leaving Ash my himself.

About an hour passed and Delia finally came home with a few shopping bags on her arms.

"Alright Master! I'm back! Wanna see what I bought?" she asked with excitement.

"Hm... just go change into something. Surprise me!" he laughed. Delia smiled sweetly at him and bolted to her room.

After a few moments she reemerged wearing...