A path of red rose petals led from the entrance to the bedroom, and the bouquet of Moonroses was the centerpiece on the dinner table.
"I thought you liked the green." Lith said through the bathroom door. "I booked this place because of that. I wanted to offer you a romantic dinner surrounded by birds, flowers, and non-toddlers."
"Thanks, but we already did that for lunch." She replied. "Now it’s my turn to make this date special."
She walked out of the bathroom wearing just enough makeup to emphasize her delicate features, a bit of eyeliner, and crimson-red lipstick. She also wore her "lucky clothes", a black pencil skirt and a light blue shirt.
"Far from me to criticize your choice of clothing, but that lipstick doesn’t really go well with the rest." Lith frowned.
"I know." She giggled shyly. "Do you know what I’m wearing?"
"Yes, your ’lucky clothes’. You wore them on our first date, on the day of our marriage, and you wear them for our anniversaries." Lith replied. "I never understood if they’re meant to remind me I’m lucky to have you, or that I’m about to get lucky."
"Both." She smiled as she took his hand and placed it on her chest. "Imprint me, please."
"You’re a person, Kami. How am I supposed to imprint you?" Lith asked.
"Don’t be so literal." She chuckled. "I’m talking about my clothes."
Lith recognized the Voidfeather armor Salaark had gifted Kamila, but contrary to his expectations, the armor accepted his imprint.
"What’s the meaning of this?" He asked.
"I simply asked Grandma to help me surprise you." Kamila replied with a sultry smile. "You can now access all the clothes stored in the Voidfeather armor and modify them as you please. Give it a try."
Lith didn’t make her say it twice. With one thought, the shirt now had a keyhole cleavage and the skirt became scandalously short, barely covering her thighs. Then it became a crop top with hot pants, and after that a skimpy bikini.
"That’s the spirit, but you can dress me however you want." She leaned closer for a sweet kiss. "I also stored those dresses you picked for me today, and you can modify them as well."
"Great Mother almighty!" Lith rediscovered religion as the lucky clothes turned into a halter-neck crimson cocktail dress that left Kamila’s back exposed down to her waist and had a deep neckline that reached her navel.
"See? The lipstick matches my clothes now." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.
"You know me too well, woman." Lith needed sheer willpower to keep his hands on her back instead of tearing the revealing dress apart and Blinking to the bedroom. "First my food and now this."
"And the best part is that I’ll wear anything you want during our private dinner. Feel free to change my outfit anytime." Kamila said with a sensual voice that forced him to take a deep breath to keep his rationality from shattering.
"How..." Lith’s voice was dry and husky, like a man who had travelled a long time in a desert with little water. "How did you manage to prepare all this if I mentioned the ’private show’ just a few hours ago and you never left my side?"
"Great minds think alike." Kamila blushed, flattered and excited by his reaction. "This was my plan from the beginning. I didn’t expect you to buy me new dresses, but I had my Voidfeather armor a while ago."
"I hope Grandma didn’t comment on your surprise." Lith was a bit embarrassed by Kamila talking with Salaark about their amorous plays.


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