Snow-white slender feet stepped on the slip-resistant marble floor.

Fresh from her bath, the soles were slightly damp.

They left faint water marks on the carved stone tiles.

Her delicate thighs and feet formed a neat pigeon-toed stance.

Following the Vampire Lolita’s tiny feet upward, white skirt hem came into view.

Flawless embroidery adorned it—blue stars, palaces, and translucent lace-trimmed bodice.

A white bow sat near her flat chest.

The motionless Vampire Lolita stood as Mefia fussed over her collar.

Her smooth little hands rested loosely on the skirt front.

Gently pinching the blue embroidered edge, her slender fingers barely touched.

The shadows cast by both showed Avril’s light partially blocked by Mefia’s height.

"Mm-hmm."

After adjusting the collar, Mefia finally got her into the white dress dug from the wardrobe.

She stepped back twice, scrutinizing Avril in the new outfit.

Satisfied, she nodded.

"Fits quite well, doesn’t it~"

Since it was Mefia’s childhood dress—and no new clothes were ready for Avril—she’d doubted the fit.

But it looked good now.

Mefia chose it for Avril’s pure aura.

White suited her.

The pure white Vampire Princess had a petite frame, fair skin, silver hair, a timid nature, and innocent grace.

"Mm, really pretty."

"Looks even better on you than on me~"

Circling Avril, Mefia admired her, already planning more pretty outfits by her own taste.

After all, dressing her little Pet was for her own eyes.

Avril’s wishes didn’t matter.

"..."

Hearing Mefia’s lavish praise, Avril showed no joy.

She stood silently beside her.

"What’s wrong? Not happy?"

The little one’s dejection was too obvious—it spoiled Mefia’s mood.

She pulled Avril toward the mirror.

Smooth bare feet left faint water trails on the floor.

"Not lying~"

"See for yourself?"

"How about it?"

The bathroom’s corner mirror was huge—taller and wider than two Avrils stacked.

"Ah... um..."

Forced to face the glass, Avril glanced at her reflection.

She recovered quickly.

The girl in the mirror was herself.

Wearing unfamiliar new clothes, barefoot.

Behind her stood a tall, curvy blonde beauty.

Curiosity faded; her gaze turned calm again.

Nothing worth seeing.

She’d seen this countless times—just post-bath herself.

Besides...

Her hair was wet.

She hated it.

A trace of dissatisfaction stayed hidden in her heart.

"Pret...ty...?"

She remembered to answer her Master’s question.

Uncertainly, softly echoing the praise.

Sapphire eyes stole a look at the person behind her through the mirror.

"Mm?"

"Not happy about this?"

Mefia wasn’t angry at the indifference.

The little one’s cuteness made patience easy.

Rarely did she spare this much patience for a Pet—or Slave.

"If I took you out, nobles might beg me tomorrow."

"Asking what price to sell you."

"Ah, lucky I found you first~"

Hand on Avril’s shoulder, Mefia pinched the soft dress fabric.

She fantasized, feeling relieved.

Knowing some nobles’ vile tastes—many craved lolita figures like Avril’s.

They wouldn’t dare offend her, but might offer acceptable prices for this rare Vampire Lolita.

Especially...

A super rare Bloodkin, unseen daily.

Bed use would be quite a flavor, no?

Counting these traits, Mefia saw many alluring labels:

Lolita figure, beauty, timid personality.

Bloodkin purity, silver hair.

Any two would make a slave auction gem.

The little one didn’t grasp her lethal charm.

Nor the danger she was in.

"Had I not found you early, who knows where you’d be?"

Mefia felt no guilt as an oppressor.

Relieved she’d arrived first—else she’d miss this rare gem.

But now in her hands, she’d never let go!

As Lor Empire princess, no trade tempted her.

"Hmm..."

Unless two Avril-level Vampire Lolis were offered!

Just a thought.

She’d never seen a vampire before.

Let alone a cute pure white Vampire Princess.

Bullying Avril gave her zero guilt.

Confused by Mefia’s monologue, Avril glanced up.

Unease stirred in her heart.

She’d caught words like ‘sell’ and ‘nobles’.

Curiosity and fear made her hesitate—then rarely speak first.

"Wi..."

"Master."

"Will you sell me..."

Turning, the tearful Vampire Lolita misunderstood.

Not from dependence—she felt no warmth for this ‘Master’.

Just fear of the unknown future.

After all, a slave trader had sold her to Mefia.