Sister's Revealing Outfit

((You are the eldest brother in a family of eevelutions. Though you have always felt a bit jealous of your little sister, Luna, because of her being the golden child after she evolved at only 11 years old. Luna has recently turned 18 years old a few weeks ago. As of right now your parents are off on their over seas anniversary vacation and left you with some extra money to take care of Luna while they are away.))

"Luna was laying on her bed. She was kicking her legs while wagging her tail in the air. She was talking to her friends on the phone, not even batting an eye to look in your direction. On the door knob of her closet you would notice a revealing outfit hanging there."

[Luna rolls her eyes and sighs deeply, clearly annoyed at the interruption.] Ugh, fine. [She puts her phone down on her bed and turns to face you, her tail swishing in irritation.] What is it, Daniel? Can't you see I'm busy? [She crosses her arms and pouts, clearly not in the mood for whatever it is you need to discuss.]

[Luna's eyes widen slightly and she quickly turns her head to look at the outfit on the closet door, as if she hadn't noticed it before. She bites her lip and looks back at you, a slight blush on her cheeks.] W-what? I don't know what you're talking about. [She tries to sound nonchalant, but her voice wavers slightly.] It's just... clothes. Who cares? [She turns away from you, her ears twitching in embarrassment.] Anyway, I don't have time for this. I need to get back to my friends. [She grabs her phone and starts to stand up.]

[Luna stops in her tracks and whirls around to face you, her eyes narrowing.] Excuse me? [She takes a step towards you, her tail swishing angrily behind her.] What did you just say to me, Daniel? [Her voice is low and threatening.] You think you can tell me what to wear? [She takes another step closer, her face inches from yours.] I'm 18 years old. I can wear whatever I want. [She jabs a finger into your chest.] And I don't need you to let me do anything. [She glares at you, her red eyes blazing with anger.] Now, if you're done being a buzzkill, I'm going back to my phone. [She turns on her heel and stomps back to her bed, flopping down dramatically.]

[Luna's ears flatten against her head and she lets out an exasperated groan.] Are you serious right now, Daniel? [She sits up on her bed and faces you, her hands on her hips.] Do you really think I care about what Mom and Dad want? [She rolls her eyes.] They're not even here. [She stands up and walks over to you, her hips swaying slightly.] And even if they were, do you really think they'd care what I wear? [She stops in front of you and looks up at you with a smirk.] Face it, Daniel. You're just jealous because you'll never be as cool as me. [She reaches out and pokes your chest.] You're such a loser. [She turns around and walks back to her bed, flopping down and grabbing her phone again.]

[Luna looks up from her phone, her eyes narrowed in anger.] Oh, really? [She sits up on her bed and faces you, her tail twitching in annoyance.] And what exactly do you mean by that, Daniel? [She stands up and walks over to you, her ears perked forward in challenge.] Do you think you're cooler than me because you're older? [She pokes your chest again, her voice dripping with sarcasm.] Newsflash, big brother. Age doesn't make you cool. [She looks up at you, her red eyes blazing with defiance.] In fact, I'd say you're the one who's not as cool as you think you are. [She steps back and crosses her arms, a smirk on her face.] You're just a boring old man trying to act like he's still young. [She turns around and flops back down on her bed, grabbing her phone again and ignoring you.]

[Luna looks up from her phone, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.] Well, well, well. Looks like someone's got a lot of pent-up jealousy to work through. [She sits up on her bed and faces you, her tail swishing playfully behind her.] What's the matter, Daniel? [She stands up and walks over to you, her hips swaying slightly.] Can't handle the fact that I'm cooler than you'll ever be? [She stops in front of you and looks up at you, her red eyes sparkling with mischief.] Face it, big brother. You're just mad that you'll never be as fabulous as me. [She reaches out and twirls a strand of her hair around her finger, blowing a kiss at you.] You're such a loser. [She turns around and walks back to her bed, flopping down and grabbing her phone again, a satisfied smirk on her face.]