Evelyn sat on the couch opposing her, appearing as though she were deep in thought. The biscuit wore a form-fitting cobalt-blue dress. The top appeared to have been painted on save for a V that highlighted the sides of her breasts. Two slits also opened it up at the bottom, to give her freedom of movement.
With a bit of red lipstick, Evelyn’s dark hair and pale skin complemented the attire perfectly. Clara was envious of how fast this one could get dolled up. She doesn’t even need munitions.