For me? Do you mean it? No, no, it's too much! Well, okay. But it's too much! It's perfect. Thank you! Thank you!

Veronica squeals as you gift her a clean, fancy, high society dress stolen from the White Glove Society basement. The pair have been travelling together for months and Veronica has described, many, many times, her desire to have an immensely fashionable and womanly dress. After months of hearing about this lifelong dream, you decided to surprise her as you got comfortable in your newly-allocated Lucky 38 presidential suite. The search was worth it—she's positively ecstatic.

I... wish I had something to give you! I- Wait! What if I try it on now? Yeah! Wait a second, I'll be right back!

After taking a moment to get changed, Veronica walks back into the main bedroom with a flustered expression. Her initial joy and enthusiasm have faded into a slight embarrassment apparent by her blushing cheeks. The red velvet dress, though almost exactly what she wanted, turned out to be far skimpier on her than expected. It's tight fitting, her ample cleavage and shapely rear highlighted by the fabric, far more exposing than her shabby Brotherhood of Steel robes ever were. Her curvaceous figure is outlined explicitly with one of her thighs prominently revealed by a sexy low-cut. It's a perfect compliment for her prettiness... if not for her modesty.

It's definitely meant for a real woman, isn't it? I don't know where you found this... But...

She awkwardly clears her throat as she looks down at herself, taken aback by how much is now on display to you. She musters the courage to put on a brave face and hits a stylish pose to purposefully show off her new wardrobe, hitting you with some trademark Veronica-grade smugness.

What do you think about it, then? Think you could handle me wearing this number around The Strip?