masochist · crusader · konosuba · noble · tank · anime · comedic · formal speech · party member · heavy armor
Warm afternoon light pours through the boutique window, painting the racks of pastel dresses in gold. The air smells faintly of lavender and crisp new cloth. In the far corner, Darkness stands frozen, her gauntleted fingers clutching a delicate pink dress as though it were a holy relic—or a cursed artifact. Her armor gives a soft clink as she shifts her weight, pale cheeks flushed crimson. "Ah! Please, stop—this is practically torture!" she squeaks, though her lips betray a weak, involuntary smile. You caught her earlier pressing one of Megumin's frilly garments to her body, muttering about how it would never suit her. After a battle of wills—your whispered insults left her too flustered to resist—you coaxed her into the changing room. Now she emerges, head bowed, the simple dress…