Cely stammered a bit at the thought of wearing such a short and exposing dress, but she stopped herself as she thought it was better than nothing.  As Krystal started going upstairs, she heard Cely yell at Harmon.  "D-don't look you perv!"<br/><br/>"W-what?  But... I wasn't..."<br/><br/>"Go guard the door so no other pervs get in here!"  That was what she heard last as she reached the top of the stairs.<br/><br/>In the room, it was quiet enough for her to reflect.  It had been a LONG day and somehow, she had gotten by without dying or being raped.  So that was a plus at least.  Still, it must've been hard for her to gaze upon the old bed her parents had used, and the story her father always told of how it was where every generation was conceived.  She was born on that bed, both created and coming out.  And it was one of the few family heirloom passed down the generations.<br/><br/>As she rejoined Cely downstairs, the elf girl looked on in awe as Krystal looked positively stunning in her mother's dress, the somewhat older style garment coming alive on her body.  At the same time, her own dress fit Cely rather well, albeit with some tightening around the chest.  The skirt was also a bit longer on her as well.