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It was hard to decide. It was obvious that one thing could be done anywhere, and the other, only here, but you weren’t the only one to consider.
“What is the matter, Palmiro?” Yena whispered, “We are in Emre, after all.”
“In Emre with four young children. What would they think of their mother dressed like that? It would be unseemly.”
“They don’t need to be around all the time,” Yena said, “Am I not worthy of such boasting? I’d lay no objections to you being bared.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” you touched Yena’s back, “But that wouldn’t mean Emreans are deserving of the sight.”
A vivid scarlet sundress was decided on, with two layers that shifted tones in the sun- but for the other, for underneath, when the time was right…a green pair of scanty clothing that you weren’t even sure would <span class="mu-i">fit</span> on Yena. They made lingerie look modest, and seemed more suited to decorating an eastern tree than being put on a body. The “small” top was little different from the “large,” primarily in the brass piece in its center that connected the front halves, but the bottom part seemed practically incomplete. Whoever designed such a thing must have suffered a critical injury to their brain that destroyed any sense of restraint, but such an injury must have been contagious, for that same malady to spread to what was advertised to be a great many of the women.
Accommodations to try on the articles of clothing before purchase made the decision much easier, as Yena came out in the dress to show, to much appreciation, both genuine from yourself and profit-driven like the merchant running the stand. Or he could be properly appreciative. Either way.
“And the other one?” you questioned Yena.
She waved a teasing finger at you. “The river does not count as the shore, Palmiro.”
Lunaire wasn’t even close to the seaside, yet sold these. Presumably trying to catch tourists before they went north. Well, it worked. Though your children would largely be wearing the light summer wear they would have had back home anyways.