Previously

“But these robes are too mangly,” He muttered. “[Adjust].” It surprised him how natural it came for him to manipulate the Dress. A quick Whoosh sounded as the Dress collapsed into itself before a pure white dress appeared on me but he wasn’t satisfied. “It’s a little too frilly. Make it a bit more minimalistic please. [Adjust].”

Another Whoosh sounded again as a more practical outfit appeared on him. It was still the same white dress albeit a lot. . .less. There were no frills or anything of the sort and instead, it was something akin to a white, one piece skirt that accentuated his waist and hips, topped up with long, white stockings that really made his thick thighs pop out, with the long, black scarf around his neck.

“Much better,” Willow nodded, satisfied. Just then, his stomach growled when the smell of an English breakfast wafted into his nose. He didn’t know how on earth, Ivanka managed to make an English-themed breakfast in a fantasy world but he was too hungry to