She had long wine-red hair with a slight natural curl. Whenever he had seen it before, it had draped down her back like a waterfall of red wine.
But now, it had been tied into a high ponytail with a huge bow, the curls styled into even larger waves.
She wore a sailor-style top, with only one button fastened at the collar, exposing her cleavage. A metal pendant hung around her neck, her sleeves were rolled above her elbows, and the hem bared her navel.
On her lower half were ultra-short shorts matching Artoria's, a fishnet stocking over her pale legs, and thick-soled boots on her feet.
As for her face, Lawrence—or rather, Harley—had naturally long eyelashes to begin with. Now, with relatively heavy makeup on, how should he put it...
"It looks so good!!!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes shone like lightbulbs.
The gal standing before them was none other than Lawrence Anno Falgao.
"I-I mean, do I really have to dress like this?"
Lawrence did not feel much else. He just felt cold.
His neck was cold, his stomach was cold, his legs were cold—everything was cold.
"Are you Japanese people really this shameless? You can actually wear something like this out in public!?"
Lawrence found a jacket and put it on, covering his arms and stomach as he wailed loudly.
"Hahahahaha—"
Leonardo da Vinci laughed so hard she bent over.
"Don't resist it so much, Lawrence. It's a form of culture too—one that could even be called the essence of culture. There's no harm in giving it a try, right? And I don't think Harley would blame you. Or rather, she studies fashion culture herself, so she might even find it interesting."
Leonardo da Vinci was talking without any skin in the game.
"Shut up, Leonardo! You try wearing