Freshly washed, Leticia sat dazed on a large towel, just like she had all those years ago.
Her eyes were lifeless.
Her little hands and feet were now truly sparkling, pale, rosy, and soft.
Her hair was better than before, too.
The maids picked out clothes for Leticia.
They treated her like a dressmaker's mannequin.
After an elaborate, painstaking makeover,
Leticia was finally dressed in a white dress that was both simple and ornate.
Her shoulders and underarms were exposed, and the skirt was quite short.
She also had to wear white stockings.
Sob, sob.
As soon as she came out, Lynn presented her with a rose, acting all suave. "You'll get used to it."
"This is the evil of feudalism. Yuffie and Lilim never have any trouble getting used to being waited on."
"Even in front of a whole group of maids, they don't blush or bat an eye."
"I know, but it's so embarrassing." Leticia didn't yell at Lynn. She simply took the rose. "You're all dressed up and looking respectable now, but you're still so cheesy."
Lynn had brought her a flower as soon as he came out of the bath, and he was dressed to the nines.
Leticia was a little happy about it, after all.
Lynn glanced at Leticia's ring. "All your gear and spare clothes are in your storage ring, right?"
"Yeah. Why?" Leticia asked, puzzled.
Lynn shook his head. "Things are developing the same way as always: building factories in every city, especially steel mills, then laying railways and building more machine factories to produce all kinds of industrial goods for sale. We're also selling land-use rights and getting into real estate."
"I need to look into things firsthand. Think of it as an undercover visit. We can make a date of it,