That Bastard Is the Culprit.

Emerald-colored silk flowed elegantly along her body's curves, while silver vine ornaments gracefully wound around her waist and arms.

Was this the traditional outfit she had said she wore in the forest?

The problem was that this “tradition” reflected the forest’s openness a little too faithfully.

It was an off-the-shoulder design that bared Friella’s slender shoulders and deeply cut collarbones,

and whenever she moved, her pale bare legs were fully visible through the skirt’s dangerously high slits, all the way to her thighs.

The sheer amount of exposure was enough to leave me unsure where to look.

The gems studded here and there showed that she had once been the most revered queen in elven society.

The dress was very. Extremely. Incredibly fantasy-like in design.

Well, wasn’t that only natural?

Elves had originally been creatures I’d only ever seen in fantasy novels...