[ Continuing to wallow in the injustice of Aki not immediately jumping to pat her ass, she stands there without following for a solid five seconds. The moment she hears a closet open, though, her nosy self is right there sitting on her bed, scouting each piece of clothing that Aki delivers into her orbit. ]

I don't see how your clothes are more grown up than what I've got on.

[ Ignoring that Aki hasn't even given Denji permission to wear any of her clothes yet, she takes turns pressing whatever's nearest to her chest — there's more than plenty she could play with pairing into an outfit unique to her, but it's the sweater that eventually goes over the negligee.

…While the soft knit covers the obscene amount of skin she'd had on display, it noticeably doesn't go with what she's already wearing. Her skirt is also still peeking out from under, the faint curve of her ass visible through the ultra-fine material. Then, she tugs on the long button-up as an extra layer over the sweater, which helps to hide her back, but doubly makes her current attire look overly stuffed. Slipping off the bed to finally snoop inside Aki's closet herself, probably in search of socks or something, she peers past the woman's arms — ]

Ooh, what's that?

[ — and snatches out the very outfit she'd just passed over. She examines it, looking over the blouse from front to back. ]

I've never seen you wear this before.