>>21193850All time comes to a stop as you try to process the scene unraveling before you with a drowsy bedhead mentality. The sophisticated ojou you've come to fall head over heels for is standing right there, clad in spats.
Spats aren't very lady-like, last you checked.
".............You wear spats?"
Caught red-handed, Serena has a cute little spazz-out session the floor. Scrambling to get up, she covers her shame even though the cat's already out of the bag, frantically flailing her free hand at you in the process.
"W-What? No! M-Me, spats? N-Never! What a foolishly contrived observation!" she shouts, before returning to her typical calm demeanor (with an added hint of spice), ".....Okay, suppose I do.. I-It has no relevance here.."
>What do you say next? 