Lucia's eyes widened in anticipation of the new sight. She expected to witness a modernized city, but the place looked ancient. Although, it wasn't that bad and looked elegant.
"Why are we covering our faces?" Lucia asked in confusion. Before, the men who hired her showed her beauty to the public as a priced possession, but Gastone wanted to hide her instead.
"Because you are so beautiful," Gastone smiled, hoping his words would be enough to shut Lucia and stop asking him questions.
"…"
Lucia was used to hearing those words from a man, but she less expected it from Gastone. She cringed in disgust and hid her reaction.
Gastone felt a pang of pain after Lucia didn't react to his compliment and thought it wasn't enough.
'Maybe I should say good words about her body. Girls like that,' Gastone thought and recalled about Lucia's appearance.
"… And it's a bit sunny today. I don't want you to have dry skin," Gastone grinned.
In the land of cotton unseen,
Lies a tale of fabric pristine,
A garment worn with utmost care,
Let me take you there, to underwear.