White Coat

"Speaking of my style." Silvana muttered, slowly raising her eyes to Adam, "If you want I can bring back the disheveled hairstyle like during my punishment. It was an interesting experience to admit, no one has ever ordered me how I should look before."

There was no resentment or displeasure in Silvana's voice, instead only mild interest in what Adam would do if he had the desire, but... only she thought so.

Sensing her calm, even as he considered her cold gaze, Adam smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.

"Oh, sorry."

Adam cast a sidelong glance.

"I was acting on emotion at the time. I don't want to control you, especially in small things like clothes and style."

Without saying anything, Silvana stood up looking at him from bottom to top because of their height difference, but thanks to her sly smirk her gaze towered over him.