:: Dear Diary... I’m Nello Again. Um… Could you stop hitting me, I-I really want to say something to you. Big Sis isn’t here and it’s boring being by myself. I…I want to know more about Big Sis. I-I’m not saying I’m going to peek inside of you and see her secrets, but more like it’s what’s on my mind. Big Sis is very special to me, she cared for me, and even became my friend when blacked out from German Tanks punching my face in and waking up in this strange new world. Without her, I think I would have become a rusted body in the middle of some forgotten city under the sea…Uuuh. It’s a scary thought…uuh…Up to now, I don’t know Big Sis that well…I hope that if I can learn more about her from you… I would be able to figure out how to truly make her smile and not hide the pain she doesn’t want to show to me.::
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“Well, what do you think, dear NPC follower?”
“…As a Constable, I-I’m not at liberty to voice my opinion in the matter of fashion. Particularly in the, uh... ahem, female category.”
“I’m asking you how is the material? I’m allergic to certain synthetic fibgres, so I can’t test them all without having to go through every detail of where the sillk was made, how it was treated, or what animal or plant it came from…”
“…So…how would you ike me to answer?”
“Is it comfy?”
“Oh, it’s rather comfortable. The fabric is nice on the skin, doesn’t scratch in awkward places. Rather fetching in the back... But it’s quite snug in the bosom.”
“I thought so. And this was to support a 36 inch woman…Tch…My 38 won’t do.”
“…I beg your pardon?”
“You heard nothing. No-thing.”
Pastrache was a bit excited today. It’s been a while sine she had stepped into a clothing or armor boutique. The last time she came to a similar store was when she was 5 Elven Years old (9 in human).
That was when her mother was dragging her only child around to look for her father who had suddenly left their family without a word. That long ago.
Her mother thought because he used to be an adventurer, surely some people of this profession or related areas would recognize him. She even had his picture, when they were having their wedding. Mother had this lovely glow and a noticeable bumb under her wedding dress on that picture, and her father was smiling like a charming man in his full Bardic Uniform.
In the end, whenever they came in to ask the manager, they would always kick her mother and the child out. They weren’t there to buy anything so… it made perfect sense.
<< You experienced a BAD MEMORY. Dealt you -99 Psychological Damage. Please seek counselling. >> << Due to your Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, your INT and WIS are temporarily decreased by -1. >>
“…Sh*t, wh-why am I experience a Post Traumatic Disorder now?”
“D-did you say something, miss?”
“T-try this dress on. I-I need a full measurement.”
“…..I can’t.”
“Why not, Mr. Constable?”
“I-it’s…it’s not because of the fact the top is a small bedazzled bikini. I already wore something like that when the lads put me to a daring contest…It’s just that… the bottom half…it’s too small…Whatever peeks out can’t be broadcasted on national—“
<< You were hit with EXPLICIT IMAGINATION. It was super effective. >> << You received -9999 Psychological Damage. You are Traumatized. >>
“BFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!? W-WRONG DRESS! WRONG DRESS! THERE IS NO WAY IN H*LL I’M WEARING BIKINI ARMOR! I DON’T CARE IF IT HAS MAXIMUM DEFENSE POINTS THAT COULD DEFLECT ANY PHYSICAL ATTACKS FROM MY EXPOSED BELLY BUTTON! CHOOSE SOMETHING ELSE FOR ME!”
The poor Constable sighed as he turned away from a certain Half-Elf who was turning red from the tip of her pointed ears to her toes. Despite the fact he was standing in the middle of the women’s section in the armor and garment shop, he was bold enough to carefully sort through the different articles of clothing he was given.
He even hold them out to compare them to his body size..
“Now I think you should try this one made with blue samite and white frills, my Sister Emerald says this style is quite fitting for the season…Or, perhaps if it were my choice I might go with this green one-piece with fresh ivys wrapped around it. Mostly because my Sister Diamond would says it brings out the green in my eyes and—“
“I don’t care. J-just pick one and wear it. There’s no point in getting me to try it on if I end up swelling like I picked a fight with a 10-1 gang of Saber Wasp.”
“…That sounds violent. Should I arrest these hooligans? Flashy name for a street gang though.”
“J-just go! Shoo! Shoo! Into the stall you go! Shoo!”
Pastrache ushered her hands at the Constable already wearing a pink sheckered dress with a chain mail crop top. She moved her hands carefuly so she woulnd’t accidently touch any other clothing that she coud be allergic to.
Not at all bothered in wearing the… uniform of the opposite gender on top of his official uniform, the Constable would be seen walking into one of those closets covered by a thin curtain. In a blink, the checkered dress with a chain mail crop top could be seen hanging over the curtains like a clothing line.
“Oh, by the way, young lady, you haven’t told me your name.”
“Odd. I thought you would prefer to call me Young Lady.”
“Surely you would find that strange yourself, no? I mean, doesn't your father normally call you that to get your undivided attention?”
“………………………………………………………”
“…Lass? Are you there?”
“Y-yes…I…I’m here. Just... Nothing”
“Did I…step on something I shouldn’t have.”
“……….N…I….I don’t want to talk about my privacy. I want to avoid being like a moody protagonist in a novel who goes into a ramble about his tragic backstory, how his family is in shambles, or slipping in messages for people to buy his merchandises or cr*p like that. I'm normal, but I prefer to keep my personal things personal."
"................................... What?"
"How does that dress feel? Good? Bad?"
"Oh, a bit rough on the skin, however the label does say it's 100% organic. Not sure if you want this though, the bottoms are so small it looks like I'm wearing something that would show 99% of my backside... "
"... Yeah no. I'm picking out clothing to 'ward off men' not the opposite. Every girl save that Dwarf Clerk are already wearing next to nothing, whether it be a micro bikini, chain or floss, or even bandages. H*ll, even the Priest Girl is wearing this showy one piece swimsuit that looks like something she grabbed from a wet t-shirt contest!!"
"............................. Sweet Mother of, there is no way can tell the lads back at the Station House about this. What was supposed to be charge of public indency would turn into this make shift speed dating... I wish we had female Constables to make this justice system easier."
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"... Stop muttering and keep trying on more clothing. Here, this one isn't making my skin react so just, try it on stop p*ssing me orr, Mr. Constable!"
Pastrache grinded her teeth upon thinking of the female population in her Adventuring Girl wearing 99% skin. In her frustration, she didn't bother to slip this golden ball gown through the curtain like a clothing assistant. no, she tossed it over the top of the curtains to let it rain like hail.
"OW! H-honestly, after all the years of helping Sister Lapis and Sister Garnet in being the model for their sewing, they'eve never once treated me like a slave!... Save for this one time with Sister Alexandrite forced me to test out her new holy armor design for three days and see if it was light enough to reduce weight stress in--"
"Wait. Stop the wagon... Diamond? Garnet? Lapis? Emerald? Ruby? Pearl? Alexandrite---H-how many little sisters do you have!?"
“Uuuh. About 59.”
“HOW THE H*LL DID YOUR MOTHER ACQUIRE SUCH A GRAND ACHIEVEMENT!?!?!?”
“Oh, they’re not born from the same mother. In fact, they don’t even share the same father. They’re sisters at a coven who took care of me when I was young. I just happen to be about one year older than them.”
“…………Wh-what?”
“Sorry to break the mood but…I’m kind of a basket child… just like my 59 little sisters serving the church.”
<< You received -100,000 Psychological and Emotional Damage. >> << Your Alignment is now Chaotic Villain++. Please seek counselling you Juvenile Delinquent! >>
“…………………………………………………………….”
The Half-Elf was supposed to be happy. Originally.
She hoped that one day she could proudly enter a clothing store without being kicked out, or being called names that no mother looking for her runaway husband should ever hear. Neither to a child who wanted to help said mother look for her runaway father.
Basket child.
That meant this Constable, and those 59 girls, were tucked inside an actual fruit basket… and left on the front steps of a church. Whoever left them there were NOT cruel… for they hoped the church could offer their child food, shelter, and warmth… when the parents themselves could not do so with their cracked, bleeding, and malnourished hands.
Minimum wage, did not apply to everyone, even in a fantasy world.
“…Are you still there miss…I-I’m not comfortable in footing the bill for your selection of… feminie attire if I should say.”
“N-no. I’m…I’m here…I’m sorry to …make you say that...”
“Say what? Basket child?”
“S-stop.”
“….....My apologies then miss. Or rather... I accept your apologies, Miss.”
The Constable exited out of the change booth. To Pastrache’s suprirse, he was wearing nothing but his regular police uniform and pith helmet with the leaf badge.
“Wh-why aren’t you trying the rest out?”
“Well I would take a guess that it wasn’t necessary. The blue samite waist line isn’t very tight, so it’s going to make you look saggy in places you don’t want people to see. Also, I don’t think this green one with the vines will work for you, this has Foxglove woven into the fabric as an alternate function similar to baby powder.
“…H-how did you know I was allergic to products like that?”
“I take it you’re pretty sensitive to it. See, the closer I move part of the vine fabric towards you arm, the more you try to rub the itch out. I’m guess you are hypersentive to plants like Foxglove or silk worm fabric which is common in most modern day clothing."
"... O...oh."
"Which reminds me of this recent case where the Detective from my station house - who's very good with this new technology like fingerprints and forensice savvy by the way - was investigating the murder of a politician. To my shock, he discovered the murder weapon was peanut oil. Turns out the victim was hypersensitive to peanuts. Peanuts of all things!! Then he---"
“So, I'm guessing everything is laced with that itchy cr*p? Foxglove was it?”
“A-ahem. I’m afraid so, miss.”
“Meaning essentially, other than these clothes I have on my back that I have to wash every day in a river by hand… I’ll be naked from other clothing for the rest of my life?”
“Now, walking around as pure as the day you were born is strictly prohibited mind you. And no skinny dippy in the public fountain. I just dragged a man out yesterday and it was not a pretty sight for the eyes or mind.”
“Uuuuuh.”
Pastrache shuddered at the thought, of a large man with nothing below or above his belt and rising out from a shallow tub like the public fountain in the square as if it were his personal bathtub...F**k....
“…EW! I WASHED MY FACE IN THAT WATER WHEN IT’S HOT OUT JUST THIS MORNING!”
“Honestly!! Even three year old children know not to play with that fountain water. You don’t know where’s it been, man!!”
“GOOOOOOOOOD! OH GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!”
Pastrache so wanted to rub any soft clothing into her face, like a towerl to wash away the sins that tainted the water she used only hours ago. However, the last thing she wanted was to swell like a tomato and explode.
So to save face, she ran out the door like a sullied maiden.
“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOOOOOOD! HOLY WATER! I NEED HOLY WATER! M-MY EYES! MY LIPS! MY THROAT, I-IT BUUUUURNS! GOD-D*MN IT, WHY DID I THINK IT WAS SMART TO RINSE MY MOUTH WITH THAT CR*P!?..........B-BUT WHY THE H*LL DID MY NOTIFICATION SCREEN TOLD ME I GOT A HEALTH BONUS ADDED TO MY STATS! I-I DON'T WANT IT! I DON'T WANT IIIIIIT!”
Pastrache couldn’t bear to show her 'sullied' face to the world.
She had rubbed the same water that was dipped in another shady man’s body, all over that face she was hiding. Realizing this horrific reality, there was no turning back. Even if the court judged her as innocent on the account of there being no warning signs of city-wide alert, she still felt she could never be forgiven in being covered by such a dirty sin.
There was nothing left for her now… the world she knew was dark and terrible. There was only one thing left to do.
Take out her entire Life Saving, and look for a Plastic Surgeon to give her a new clean face.
"Uuugh...Huuuk... I-I'm sorry, Future Wedding, Future Children, Future Primary School Funds... I-I have to give you all up to save myself... Sob."
A small hand of the law tapped her on the trembling shoulders.
“Ahem. If it helps, miss, I could introduce you to my 59 Sisters who manage the local coven. If I accompany you, they’ll surely offer ou a full Purification Ritual to clear away any negative status you have, and offer you a free holy bath with scented oils.”
<< You received HELPING HAND. You gain +1,000,000 Psychological, Emotional, Faithful Points. >> << Your Relationship with CONSTABLE ??? has shot up to 110%. He's your One Day Hero. >>
“…….Oh my god, you’re a saint.”
“Well, I used to train as a priest at the church, but I was more interested in upholding the law…Also, the ladies like the uniform.”
“…………………………Soldier of Justice..What is thy humble name?”
The Constable had already put away the clothing, so he wasn’t going to be charged with stealing by accident. He smiled and gave his pith helmet a nice flip in the air before catching it and resting it across his head.
The silver leaf ornament emblazoned with what looked like a noble beaver standing on a queen's crown and shield.
“George. Constable George Crawapple. Basket Child of the Murdochian Church of Artful Intelligence.”
“Stop it.”
“Hmm? Oh right that word bask—ing in the glow of the day, aye?”
At the end of the day, Pastrache received a full Baptismal Purification, full service (with scented oils).
<< You received FULL RESTORATION - DIVINE RITUAL BLESSING LV 100 >> << All Negative Conditions, Official, and Unofficial Sins in your current and future life are sterilized. >>