"Are we going in now? Oh, wait a second for me!"
Ivy gently tapped her forehead, then voluntarily let go of Frank's arm. She casually summoned a semi-transparent mirror in front of her, anxiously tidying up her almost impeccable appearance.
Like a shy and nervous fiancée attending a public event with her boyfriend for the first time... or perhaps a lover?
In short, Ivy Lehman did indeed re-groom herself nicely, for example, she let down her lively twin-tails, letting her smooth, waterfall-like bright pink hair elegantly drape over her back. She also swapped the eyepatch over her right eye, which was engraved with a colorful hexagram, for a simple white leather eyepatch. And...
When she rejoined Motan's arm, she didn't lean her entire body against him like before, but maintained a suitably intimate and sweet proximity that left a hint of ambiguity... or rather, a distance that allowed single people a semblance of dignity, without being overly ostentatious.
