His girls love their house, their rooms to adorn, their wardrobes to fill.
Yeager did not expect to enjoy this excursion, to hold this curious joy of selecting among the dresses, shoes and belts, that look so delightful modelled on their girlish frames.
"How do you know so much about girls' clothes?" Gauche pouts.
Yeager shrugs his shoulders, exhaling against his heart's ache. "Perhaps you are not the first pretty girls I have taken shopping, hn?"
Droite rolls her eyes, and glances at her sister. They chorus: "Pervert!," linking hands behind his waist and, giggling, drag Yeager forward into Lingerie.