Check on Amara.

Among other supplies, you purchased a nice pair of pajamas. They're blue, cottony soft, and button up the front. The floor is chilly against your bare feet, but you decide to head out to check on Amara, assuming she hasn't already fallen asleep. You make your way out of your room and begin traversing the manor. A few minutes later, you arrive at her door, and you drum your knuckles against the wood.

"Yes?" you hear her voice respond. "Who is there?"

"It's me. I just wanted to make sure you were all good after today."

"Oh I see." You hear the sound of her feet step closer towards the door. "I am well. Would you like to come in?"

"If you don't mind."

"Of course not," she says as she unlocks the door and pulls it open. You look her over.

It appears you aren't the only one who grew their wardrobe. Hers is exactly what you'd expect. It's pale pink and frilly along where it stops just at her bust. Straps continue upwards and over her shoulders. Beneath her chest, a darker string of fabric around her body is tied into a bow. The gown ends just above her knees. Though you can't see through it like the one she's able to conjure with magic, it's still thin, and sways with little movement. It compliments her fair skin and pure demeanour. It almost makes you forget her little kinks.

"I hope I didn't wake you." You shut the door quietly behind yourself.

"I have not yet slid into bed." She smiles. "Do not worry."