"I look like a tool, don't I?" Leon sighed, putting on the Silk Robe of High Culture he won as part of the Apocalypse Party panty event.
It was a simple red silk robe with black lapels. Its only unique feature was the word [Culture] sewn with gold thread under the right breast pocket in cursive.
"I'm fairly certain my neutral non-harem-oriented city reputation will get destroyed the moment I walk out of this tent." He chuckled bitterly, "Are you sure I should wear this tonight, Lindy? It's very unnecessary."
He turned from the mirror to his brunette partner, the only person in his tent, for her input.
"Huh?" Lindy asked, snapping out trance and quickly wiping subtle drool from the side of her mouth. She turned bright red when she saw what had happened and looked away.
"What…." Leon began in confusion, "If you're unable to make it until tomorrow, we can have sex tonight. Though it would feel more forced."