My washes herself, cooing softly as she breaths in the scent, a subtle collection of floral scents with an underlining scent of vanilla.  As Adelaide returns and speaks, showing My the outfit, she quickly dunks herself in the bathwater to rinse off the suds.  Combing her hair back, she eyes the shirt and skirt, surprised by the color, having expected something more bright and colorful.  Turning slightly, she folds her arms on the edge of the tub as she listens to Adelaide speak.<br/><br/><em>"Do you like?  Not what you were expecting I bet!" she says, moving closer to let her see them better "I figured you'd want a dark color like this, and since it helps with your job better than a bright red like Yuria wears.  It may be modest, but Yuria loves it!  She likes seeing  her lover's figure above the waist, loves running her hands up the sides and stomach when she can manage it.  Buttons on a top are like a game for her; she loves taking them off... sometimes with her teeth!  An skirts... well, as you've noticed, she'll sometimes succumb to her innate desire to lay in a more public setting, for as you know nymphs only have sex in their home grove or glade... I'm sure you can see why a skirt would be useful for such spontaneous outings, and if you wear nothing underneath, why, that only speeds up the process, and it can be quite the experience!"</em><br/><br/>Mylanna looks to Adelaide with a slight grin, her head cocked a little to one side, her expression a little quizzical, wondering to herself if Adelaide spoke from first hand experience or from watching her Yuri make love to another.  Given the overall closeness of the temple and it's Sisters, as well as Adelaide's appearance, she could understand the attraction.  As Adelaide's tone changes and continues, she realizes she was right, and her expression softens as she looks to Yuri's former lover.<br/><br/>She feels no sense of modesty as she stands up in the tub, having grown up in an elven society where the women often draped themselves in shimmering diaphanous silks that did little to hide their bodies and merely served as accents.  Smiling warmly to Adelaide, she nods, stepping out of the tub and lifting her arms, "I'm ready.. and I love the outfit Adelaide..."  When she steps closer, My whispers, "I swear before all that for the length of my days, I will do all I can to be happy with her and to make her happy, that she never know a moment of true sorrow..."  Having never worn a skirt, nor a shirt cut so, she does let Adelaide help her get dressed, making mental notes on how the skirt should fit and hang just so, and how the shirt would hang from her shoulders lightly, draping nicely over her breasts, being both classy and sexy, a rather new sensation for her.<br/><br/>