I had to run to class after the conversation with Martinus as I was running late. I came into the class right on time, and only noticed the dress I'd been wearing this morning when I sat down on the floor. It was a lot harder to sit with a large, bulky dress, than wearing jeans.
"Good morning, Amy," Yllana said, noticing my clothing. "You look different."
"I approve," said Martinus, who also sat nearby. "As much as I enjoy seeing you in those trousers, I prefer my fiancée to wear more decent clothes."
"Really?" I asked, my head full of thoughts on how I could use that against him.
"And before you try to come up with some silly idea," Martinus said, "consider that I can cover you with an illusion if you try to dress something too provocative."
"Wow, Martinus," Zethe said. "I didn't exp
