Aiselandier Is Way Too Innocent, Isn't She?!

Everyone looked at the pair of sheer white stockings in their palms and began gently persuading Aiselandier.

After hesitating for a moment, Aiselandier finally nodded softly and reached out to accept the stockings, their fabric light and soft.

Leaning sideways against the warm edge of the pool, she carefully pinched the stocking opening with her fingertips, slightly raised one slender leg, and, with an awkward hint of restraint in her movements, slowly pulled the white stockings upward.

The gauzy material was as thin as morning mist, without any heavy sense of constriction. It smoothly clung to her already slender, well-proportioned skin, her pale porcelain complexion faintly visible beneath the hazy veil. It was not overly showy, yet it lengthened the lines of her legs just right.

From her delicate ankles all the way to her thighs, her smooth curves were made to seem even softer and more graceful.

The seductive charm brought by the black stockings had entirely faded, replaced by the clean, translucent purity unique to an elf.

There were no elaborate or exaggerated patterns along the stocking edges. The simple stitched trim rested quietly against her skin, softening any deliberate sense of embellishment while fully highlighting the naturally tall, graceful shape of her legs.

Once Aiselandier had finished, she instinctively drew her legs together, her back tightening slightly. Her clear eyes lowered gently, long gray lashes trembling uneasily. A faint blush spread over the tips of her distinctive pointed elven ears, while her lips unconsciously pressed into a light curve, carrying helplessness and shyness.

Her features blended a holy aura with the awkwardness of someone who had just put on an unfamiliar adornment. Looking so timid and bashful, she truly inspired a tender, protective affection.

The gazes of everyone gathered around fell upon her, and soft murmurs began