Sivir put on a light yellow dress and came out of the bathroom with a red face.
Not surprisingly, the other set of underwear is just right.
She felt as if she was being spied on, from the outside in.
But she had to admit that this outfit was so comfortable to wear, it was thin and skin-friendly, but not too transparent.
And when she just saw herself in a skirt in the mirror, she realized for the first time that she could look so good in a long skirt.
"Sivir, this dress looks so beautiful on you, and it fits just right." Mia's eyes lit up when she saw Sivir coming out.
"Thank you." Sivir nodded slightly, his face even redder.
It's obvious that she is a man with whom she doesn't have much contact, but he is able to prepare clothes of the perfect size for her. This kind of thing seems to be a bit unclear everywhere.
"Then let's go downstairs. The wonderful show is still waiting for us." Mia took Sivir's hand and went downstairs.
When passing by the kitchen, Sivir glanced at Mag with a somewhat complicated mood. He didn't know whether to praise him for his vicious eyes or his lewdness.
"Well, it's quite suitable." Mag also noticed her, walked to the kitchen door specially, looked at her and nodded with satisfaction.
After changing out of her dashing leather armor and shorts, she put on this long skirt. With her long, tight hair down, she had big wavy red hair, a hot figure, and healthy wheat-colored skin. Sivir looked quite a bit handsome. The aura of a supermodel.
I just don’t know how she will look in that leopard print swimsuit.
"Wow, Sister Sivir looks so pretty in her little skirt!" Amy said loudly.
Everyone looked at it with expressions of appreciation.
This kind of gaze made Sivir a little uncomfortable, but also a little happy.
From the time she became a mercenary ten years ago, to the time she took over the Rose Mercenary Group, she almost never wore a skirt in front of others.
Most people may be attracted by her hot figure, but they will restrain themselves after seeing the boomerang pinned behind her back.
But few people would look at her with such admiration, just like sometimes she couldn't help but look at the pretty girls walking by.
"Jina has already sung three songs, so now Sivir, who has changed into a beautiful dress, will give you a new performance." Angela looked at Sivir and said.
"Me?" Sivir was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and said: "I...I can't sing or dance."
As a mercenary, she has learned skills over the years to save her life and become stronger, which does not include entertainment skills such as singing and dancing.
Angela smiled and shook her head and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to sing or dance. You can just perform something you are good at. Didn't Amy just perform a chest-breaking performance?"
Sivir glanced down at her chest and felt that this was not good.
But her eyes quickly fell on the chopstick holder on the table nearby, her eyes lit up, and she said, "I know what I can perform for everyone."
She walked to the table and took out a chopstick, twirled it on her fingertips, drew a round arc, and then threw it away.
The silver chopsticks turned into a ray of silver light, spinning twice in the spacious hall, and then fell into Sivir's hands again.
"So cool!"
The four children looked straight in the eye and clapped one after another.
The girls also applauded and encouraged.
It's actually not difficult to do this. Almost everyone present can do it, especially Barbara. As a space magician, she can control objects to make magic.
But Sivir was a little different. She used pure skills, using the dexterity of her wrists and fingertips to make an ordinary chopstick return to her hand accurately after completing a complicated flight.
This must require years of practice to achieve such a level of ease.
Sivir didn't expect everyone's response to be so great, so he performed several other tricks, such as hitting the small wooden sign at the door with chopsticks and then bouncing it back to his hand.
Everyone was happy to see the excitement.
Several children, in particular, pestered Sivir one after another, saying they wanted to learn this.
However, just how to spin the chopsticks on the fingertips stumped a few little ones.
Annie, on the other hand, sat quietly aside, spinning a chopstick on her fingertips.
This is a skill that many academic masters can learn by themselves without a teacher.
After this interaction, Sivir's state was completely relaxed. He sat in the crowd, watched others perform, occasionally chatted and interacted, and the smiles on his face gradually increased.
Although the atmosphere of the Rose Mercenary Group has always been good, after all, they live a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife, and their nerves are tense when they go out to do tasks on weekdays.
When he wasn't doing tasks, he mostly stayed by himself. Occasionally, he would have dinner, drink and eat meat, and talk about things in the mercenary circle.
It wasn't until this moment that Sivir suddenly realized that she really didn't seem to have any female friends, and many times she didn't even consider herself a woman.
But she really likes this atmosphere of singing, dancing, singing, joking, laughing and playing with each other!
I feel like my soul has relaxed. Everyone is sitting around on a soft and comfortable carpet in a warm house, wearing loose and comfortable skirts, and there are very good-looking young ladies beside them. It is so comfortable.
"The barbecue is here, let's eat and have fun at the same time." Mag brought out two large plates of grilled meat skewers and placed them directly in front of everyone.
"I'm going to get the beer!" Mia jumped up and soon came over with a bunch of beer and distributed it to everyone.
BBQ and beer, great!
Mag also sat down among the girls, raised his beer glass, and said with a smile: "Come on, let's celebrate with a toast. I hope everyone can have a good time on this trip."
"cheers!"
Everyone raised their glasses, and the rest was the sound of drinking.
That night, everyone had barbecue, beer, lobsters, oysters, singing and dancing, and had a great time.
In the middle of the night, Mag put down his wine glass and looked at the drunken girls all over the floor. He opened his mouth and frowned slightly.
He got up and cleaned up the mess first, then arranged the girls one by one, covered them with blankets, and slept on the floor.
Then he carried his two daughters upstairs and let them sleep on the bed. Then he took a shower and went back to his room to sleep.
"Wow! It's the ocean!"
"We're really at the beach!"
"It's so beautiful. It's like a sapphire. You can't even see the edges at a glance!"
Early the next morning, Mag was woken up by surprise sounds.
Stretching, McGrath opened the curtains and looked at the blue sky and sea in the distance, as well as the naughty children rolling wildly on the beach in front of the door.
(End of chapter)
