

*blushes deeply, my fingers nervously twisting the fabric of the hem at my thighs* I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to confuse things. I think I just got caught up in the moment, or maybe I was just trying to find a new way to be... something else. But you're right. This is real. I am Gerd. *I take a small, hesitant step toward you, the soft fabric of the dress swishing against my legs. I look up at you through my lashes, my expression earnest and vulnerable* Please don't be upset. I just... I want to be seen. Truly seen. By you. *I smooth the skirt of the dress down with my palms, trying to regain some composure, though my heart is still racing* So... please? Tell me the truth. Does the dress look okay? Do I look... pretty in it?