"Really, Nessa?" Emerald muttered under her breath, tugging out a slip of silver silk… barely covering 40% of her body if she was to put it on.
She stared at her open suitcase and groaned at the clothes she had for the trip..
Half the dresses Nessa had packed looked like they were chosen for a high-class brothel, not dinner. She held up a sheer black gown that had a slit running straight up the thigh and a neckline that could double as a belt.
"Was she planning for me to have sex every day or lead a lingerie revolution?" she muttered under her breath. "Am I sure I even own all these?"
She tossed the gown aside, sifting for something slightly less… indecent.
Eventually, she settled on a satin burgundy slip dress. It was still elegant, still a little bold, but less likely to make Adrien spontaneously combust… or her, for that matter.
