DOLLY isn't used to dressing grand and lavishly. When Max made her choose between the elegant clothes he had personally picked, she felt a fleeting emotion of obtaining something rare. Dolly was scared to get used to such feelings. She's afraid of wanting more of this.

Wearing a bright yellow skirt and white blouse, she appeared jubilant and even pure. The silver necklace on her neck made her look delicate and refined.

"This... is lovely, Max." Dolly swayed and watch the hem of the skirt follow her movements. "They feel so soft on my skin!"

"It suits you very well."

"I-I'm afraid of tearing them up."

Max' smile freezes on...