Sniff, sniff.
Judging by the scent, it was Silver Wolf's.
Without a doubt.
"Then... what about this one?"
Her other hand picked up the light gray slip nightgown.
It was much larger than Silver Wolf's size. At a glance, it was something a mature Big Sister would wear.
Firefly narrowed her eyes.
Gramer veteran reconnaissance techniques, activated!
Sniff, sniff.
"...Is it... Miss Bronya?"
A familiar figure instantly surfaced in Firefly's mind.
"Two Girls... in the living room... stripped like this?!"
Firefly's brain began racing at high speed.
Pajamas. Carpet. Naked. Two—people.
At the slightest spark, her thoughts immediately veered completely off course.
"W-What is this... Silver Wolf, that girl... She said I was, um... repressed or whatever, but I think she's the one who is...!"
Firefly was so angry she laughed, her face flushing slightly as well.
She said she was staying up all night playing games, but she was actually playing strange games with Miss Bronya from here, wasn't she?
She crouched on the carpet and held her head in both hands.
"No, no, no! Don't keep imagining things! Brain, stop it!"
Unfortunately, her brain refused to obey.
"Exhale—"
"Inhale—"
"Exhale—"
"Inhale—"
It took Firefly four deep breaths before she stopped herself from spontaneously combusting on the spot.
As if possessed, she got to her feet and unsteadily made her way toward Silver Wolf's bedroom.
With every step, the scenes in her mind became a little clearer.
Silver Wolf and Miss Bronya, rolling around and around together...
Steam was already rising from Firefly's head.
"I'm just going to make sure Silver Wolf is okay—right, just checking—"
Firefly quietly brainwashed herself.
She stopped in front of Silver Wolf's bedroom door.
She raised her hand.
Lowered it.
Raised it again.
Lowered it again.
"What if what I see when I open