Her pale golden hair fell softly and thickly past her shoulders, with blue-highlighted strands on the right partially veiling her eyes.
The ends that reached her waist were a dreamy turquoise blue, revealing their owner's distinctive taste.
Her features were delicate and exquisite, and her face exuded mature charm, her lake-blue eyes crystal clear.
Beneath leather straps was an elegant strapless top in interwoven black and white.
Notably, a purple lightning-like emblem lay against the side of her slender, supple waist.
Her studded shorts were extremely short. Though blue skirt panels covered the sides, they did nothing to conceal the alluring stretch of bare thigh.
Her black tights accentuated the fullness and springiness of her thighs, as well as the slender elegance of her calves.
Even more noteworthy was how the tall boot on her right leg complemented the stocking on her left, creating an asymmetrical beauty.
The woman before them looked mature and lovely, yet carried a distinctive air of fashion and effortless cool.
"Commander Bronya... you're here too?"
Looking at the silver-haired girl before her, Serval knitted her slender brows slightly, a trace of surprise appearing on her face.
"What is it... Aunt Serval? Am I not welcome here?"
With a composed expression, Bronya spoke slowly, her gaze settling on the fashionable, mature woman opposite her.
"No, no... of course not. I couldn't be happier to welcome you."
"After all, it's been such a long time since I last saw you..."
Serval smiled, a measure of candor showing on her exquisite, jade-like face.
"Wow, what a cool lady!"
"And those clothes are so pretty too. Is this what the books call... punk style?"
March 7th's pink-blue eyes focused slightly on Serval, carrying a trace of curiosity and surprise.
The residents of Belobog clearly tended toward conservative clothing, but