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Still on the first floor of the brothel, Ms. Lisette and I sat down on the sofa and enjoyed tea once again. Rokoko had been taken upstairs so she could try out some of their old clothes.
“Hehe~ Sorry about that~ My girls got all excited. Well, all our apprentice girls are at our affiliate shops right now, so they must be happy to have a little sister again. So, Mr. Noel, don’t worry about the clothes, okay~? …Or maybe you don’t like what we, courtesans, wear after all?”
“N-No! I don’t think like that at all! It’s just that, well, Rokoko has her reasons. That’s why she can’t wear normal clothes like those, even if we do get them…”
“I see~ Well, dearie Rokoko is the rather unique Cursemaker, unusual even among other Darkness users, hm? I was quite surprised when I found it out, too.”
“Huh?! How do you know that?!”
“Oh, hehe~ When you work at a place like this, all sorts of information just naturally drift our way. I may have ended up learning a thing or two, hm~?” She revealed with a kind smile on her face.
Though inwardly flustered by her nonchalant attitude, I still nodded and continued the conversation.
“Exactly. That’s why, even if we get such beautiful clothes, I’m afraid they might go to waste…”
“Oh? Don’t you think that might not be the case? Just because you’re adventurers doesn’t mean you’ll always be fighting, correct? So, you could have her wear them when you’re not out there exploring. For example, maybe she could wear something nice on your off-day dates, hm?”
“D-Date?! We, um, we’re not in that kind of relationship…?!”
“Oh, is that so? But remember this. Girls? They always want to look cute in the eyes of the boy they’re interested in. —Ah, look over there!” Lisette tapped my shoulder, prompting me to look at the flight of stairs the four had gone up through.
“Noel, how do I look…? Is it… strange?”
Having skipped down the stairs from the second floor, Rokoko did a little twirl-around in a white short-sleeved mini-dress. The frills on her skirt spread out like a gently blooming flower as she spun.
“N-No! You look really cute and wonderful!”
Unintentionally, words of admiration slipped out of my agape lips as I gazed at her in awe.
After that, Rokoko changed into various colors and variations of mini-dresses. Some of the colors were blue, red, yellow, purple, and black. And each time, she shyly twirled around as she showcased each piece.
Among the received articles were not only mini-dresses, but also simple ones, blouses, and skirts without much décor. According to what I heard, these were not costumes the brothel actively used, but rather what the older girls had worn when they came here.
“You can’t really keep stuff like this forever, can you…?”
The older girls had murmured that with a smile, each in her own words. However, I could sense that inside their smiles a little hint of loneliness bore through, bittersweet as it was.
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