[ Oh, she's very happy to hear that. Tartaglia truly is the gift that keeps on giving, knowing exactly how to spoil her. Every fiber of her being feels like it's on fire as he leans in for another kiss. She eagerly responds in kind, tangling their tongues together to ensure the monster is wiped clean from his memories. After breaking away, she lets out a satisfied mewl while threading her fingers through his ginger hair, chest heaving up and down from the passionate lip lock. Kissing him always fills her with bliss. ]

Hmmm... [ she pretends to ponder, thinking about his compliment from earlier, ] I think I recall you staring at me like a lovesick puppy while saying I look irresistible with this on. Oh, and something about how I wore this bathing suit just to entice you.

[ She's more than happy to let him nestle his face into her chest. It's been a long day, he deserves it. Anything to help clear his mind is the goal. ]

Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner! You're correct, I picked this color out with you in mind, hehe. I'm glad you like it.