"What do you think of this one? ... How about this one?"
"Not quite right, this outfit doesn't really suit your style."
"Well... what about this? By the way, should I spray some perfume? I read that's what you're supposed to do."
"Perfume? Let me think."
Sublimation Furnace Core, employee housing area, Belli's room.
Aimou, like a life-sized doll, stood in front of the full-length mirror in her tight-fitting underwear, allowing Belli to dress her up.
In preparation for tonight's date, Aimou had gone all out, suppressing her initial reluctance and seeking help from her senior, leveraging Belli's authority as a department head to take some time off for preparation.
By now, Aimou had already tried on many outfits, which piled up on the bed, covering all seasons and styles like a blooming garden.
These clothes didn't belong to Aimou, but to Belli. During Aimou's time at work, she mostly focused on her job, and any personal time left was spent on reading and studying.
