"Hehe, you're so cute. You could have just honestly said you came to see your big sister here, couldn't you, you little rascal?" The woman walked up, slightly puckered her vivid lipstick-painted lips, poked the boy's cheek with a finger, and smiled. Her eyes and movements revealed seduction and teasing in every detail.
Having learned his lesson from being teased by his senpai before, Shirou quickly looked away and surveyed the ornate dress shop. Bright lights illuminated the spacious interior, making everything sparkle. Several ornaments had been placed just right, leaving the place neat and clean.
On one side were exquisite men's suits, while the main display featured colorful formalwear. Amid the white, Shirou spotted a familiar streak of purple and black.
Thick magazines were stacked in the corner, while small posters of formal dresses lined the upper walls. Shirou even saw the evening gowns Artoria and Jeanne d'Arc had worn.
Noticing where he was looking, the shop owner smiled.
"Ah, those are this shop's commemorative collection books. I took over this store from a relative, and it's almost reached its twentieth anniversary. They contain all the works I've accumulated throughout my career as a designer."
"What about those two dresses?" Shirou asked, pointing at the posters on the wall.
"Which two? Ah! You really do have a good eye." The owner saw the two dresses his gaze had settled on and praised him.
"Don't tell me you researched me beforehand just to flatter me? Those are both masterpieces I made many years ago. But unfortunately, ordinary people can't pull off dresses like those, so they've always had to remain stored away, only brought out for exhibitions."
"I really hope I can meet a breathtaking beauty with skin as white as snow someday. The black one would suit a petite