Phantasy-Star-Arts

Solu didn’t feel comfortable in a dress. But she would do anything for Io. Even if it meant one evening of discomfort. Solu examined herself in a nearby mirror. The dress she wore was custom-made, months-long labor of love from a famed designer. It was made with a soft fabric that was so light that it felt like she wore nothing at all. It was colored with a pale pink-gold theme that played well against her blue skin. And the lacy trim hung a mere inch above the floor to keep it from swishing and brushing too loudly as she moved about. I don’t know…Solu thought…this isn’t me. But it’s just for one day, right? Solu bobbed her head and stepped away from the mirror and took in the rest of her home. The toys she normally kept on the shelves were put away and replaced with candles that glowed with a romantic red light. Posters and paintings were taken down and left in storage and their place was mood lighting that was set between ornately designed windows with polished glass set