Sexy and conservative

"Why does everything insist on being tight..." I heard a quiet mutter coming from the dressing room, my eyebrow quirking with interest, perhaps I was beginning to pick up a bit too much of Mai's personality from her in the short time we had spent together. I shook off that thought as the door to the dressing room opened, Mai emerging with a brand new outfit this time. Mai came out with a long sleeved red sweater this time, the knit patter held together by a row of buttons near the top. It was obvious by the seam that they were meant to go much further down when open but at is was they were closed, hiding what could have been a generous amount of cleavage behind a slightly tight chest.

Resting on Mai's hips were a pair of dusty black jeans, the material made to look slightly aged and just as before, Mai had chosen a style that was loose around her legs, but smoothly drawn across her wonderfully sculpted ass. Judging by Mai's slight blush I had the distinct feeling that was a bit embarrassed at her chest being so visible, something that would explain why the bright gold buttons were clipped all the way up to their highest point. However I couldn't help myself and clapped slightly, looking Mai up and down with a very interested gaze, "I think you look absolutely beautiful."

Despite Mai's slight tugging at the material, as if trying to will it to be baggier, Mai smiled softly, looking away and giving me a slight spin so I could see the entirety of her outfit. "It is rather...annoying how everything is so form fitting." I shrugged in reply, an apologetic look in my eye, "everything is like that, very flashy without much practicality." Mai sighed a bit, looking over her body momentarily as she muttered to herself, "Where am I supposed to hide my knives." I was about to explain the problem with that before she disappeared back into the dressing room, throwing together another outfit for me to look at.

However, this time took much longer than the other two, Mai seeming to spend a great deal of time doing nothing but standing there. I was a bit confused as I looked at the door, listening for anything that she might be having trouble with. Suddenly, Mai's voice spoke out, the normally calm and monotone sounding somewhat strained and tense, "J-John...you have to promise me something." My eyebrow quirked, blinking a bit in confusion as I responded, "Alright, what is it?" "Just promise me...you won't laugh," Mai answered, my interest piqued as Mai began to open the door.