Having Mari speak of her chest like that certainly isn't helping the wildfire spreading from Dia's cheeks to her collarbone, dyeing even the top of her breasts pink. Goodness gracious, she's embarrassing. What's even worse is that Dia, despite herself, actually feels a little flattered.

But anyway, that's-- that's beside the point!

"Hold it!" The hand at Mari's forehead pulls back, only to flick her right between the eyebrows. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Dia grabs at the collar of her robe, now, voice steadying with her demand. "I said I wanted you to take this off."