Two days later.
Early Morning.
Elven Nation.
Royal Palace.
"Liana~ How do I look?" Gloria turned left and right, showing off her high-ranking elven female officer uniform. The outfit was elegant and form-fitting, consisting of a tailored white and gold tunic with intricate elven embroidery, a fitted dark green corset that accentuated her curves, and high-waisted trousers that hugged her hips and thighs before tapering into polished knee-high boots.
A flowing half-cape was draped over one shoulder, secured by a silver brooch bearing the Sylvaris crest. Her hair was tied back in a sleek, professional style, and her glasses added an air of authority.
Liana, who was adjusting her own matching officer pants, glanced at Gloria and sighed. "Yes, yes… you look good."
Gloria pouted, puckering her lips. "Mou! At least give me a proper compliment!"
