Her lips felt like feathers against his cheek as she thanked him for the birthday present he gave her. The dress, one of his own creations, covered Orihime's pillowy bosom in baby pink gossamer fabric that swayed away lightly off her hips. She twirled around, letting the soft fabric billow upward.
"Inoue, don't—" The Quincy cut himself off as a glimpse of pink silk panties was brought to his attention. His jaw dropped at the sight, leaving him with a dizzy feeling similar to massive blood loss.
"Eh?" She turned around once more before stopping and looked at Ishida carefully. "What's wrong Ishida-kun?"
"N-n-nothing. I just.. Happy birthday."
"Hey Inoue!" Tatsuki called from the table. "Don't twirl like that! It's indecent!"
Orihime turned bright read as she caught Ichigo's glance then looked back at Uryū. He smiled nervously before walking her back to the rest of the party.
