章 112: I'm not shameless, I'm selectively shameful [R18]

It was a clear, cloudless morning, and Isabelle relaxed in the warm bath.

It was a relaxing, serene, peaceful environment; but her mind was troubled as it churned over and over in her thoughts what lay ahead of them in Pristan.

Moonflower. Plea with their King for Moonflower. This is probably going to go...badly.

She frowned as her brain returned to its prior thought processes, worry rising in her mind over the fate of her people, and how the negotiations might end in failure.

As much as she worried, there wasn't much that could be done, however, until she arrived.

What little could be done were things like this bath - making sure she'd look more flawless when she appeared in Pristan. So that they couldn't claim that she was ugly or disrespectful or whatever other things they were likely to say when she did appear.