The room looks transformed and they take notice, turning their face left and right, their cheeks a cute splotchy pink. But they say nothing yet, merely pauses to gaze at their own reflection in one of the many mirrors. Their eyes are hooded and slightly blank, dazed, and it takes them more than a moment to conjure the words to respond.

"I like when you take me out on dates like this," they bite their bottom lip, chewing at it adorably. "I like when you pull out my chair for me and hold my hand and treat me like..." they stop here suddenly, swallows. No, now's not the time.

On the bed, their legs are splayed loosely, carelessly, and their hands come dancing up their waist to cup their breasts, squeezing them idly, feeling how they seem to be heavier now for some reason.

"I feel...strange," they breathe with a girlish little giggle.