It can’t be helped that girls can’t hold it in the same way a guy can, their bodies are just not made the same.
And if your body is young, the slightest bit of carelessness… well, yea, it’s over. Yup. I’ll admit it, there were accidents in my past.
But this is completely unrelated.
The problem is the smell of alcohol, not piss.
For the sake of my pride, I want this to be known that it’s not the same!
“Alright then. Lady Cortina has already finished breakfast, so please hurry Lady Nicole. Afterward, you can do laundry in secret.”
“I got it. But I haven’t wet the bed!”
Finia walked away with light steps.
Even so, Cortina, the night owl is already up and about, when does she even sleep?
In any case, if I open the window the alcohol smell will dissipate quickly.
Although it’s a little unsafe, this is known to the townspeople as Cortina’s house, there’s probably few who’d try to sneak in.
And so I started changing out of my pajamas for real.
Since I have comfortable pajamas, they’re easy to take off, but the clothes Finia and Cortina got me are more complicated and don’t really fit my tastes.
I wore a tight-fitting shirt and a short jacket.
Below I put on some shorts and knee-socks leaving little exposed.
It looks like activewear, but with my appearance of a proper young lady, it gives off a sense of mismatching, I found it pretty surprising.
As I head to the dining room on the first floor, I find Finia waiting for me as she’d already finished preparing breakfast.
Cortina, who already finished her food, was enjoying an after-meal coffee.
Finia lets out a small sigh as she sees me.
It seems she can’t suppress her sorrow at my choice to avoid wearing skirts.
Cortina meanwhile stared appraisingly at my thighs before throwing me a thumbs-up.
On the table, there was hot milk, ham and eggs, and a piece of toast laid out.
Coffee was too bitter for me to drink now.
On the bright side, I’m aware that along with this change in palate I’m weak to alcohol.
After I arrived at the table and got to eating, Finia went behind me and started taking care of my hair.
It may seem rude in the middle of a meal, but it can’t be helped since I can’t do it myself.
It was decided that Michelle, Letina, and I will be shown around town after this. I’ve got no time.
Since we’re going to invite Letina, first impressions are important.
“It’s already that time?”
Looking at Finia caring for my hair, I started to think we were running short on time.
There’s a magic tool that tells time called a clock, but in Cortina’s house, there’s only one in the living room and another in Cortina’s room.
It’s pretty expensive.
“No, it’s just I got lost for a moment looking at Lady Nicole’s hair. It feels good to the touch is all.”
“…Should we stop doing this during meals?”
“My apologies, this is my healing.”
“Ah, sure…”
It’s quite pleasant feeling the soft touch of Finia on my hair, so please don’t stop.
Cortina pulls me over and sits me on her lap.
The soft touch on the back of my head feels comfy so I just let them do as they want.
Half-eaten toast, and half-eaten ham and eggs.
This is the limit of what I can stomach.
“Burp— Thank you for this meal.”
“You’re very welcome. Your hair is done.”
My hair is long, extending straight to the middle of my back.
I can say with confidence that if I got it cut Mari and Finia would be sad.
It’s set so that the sideburns were tucked behind my ears and tied behind my neck.
Finia would set my hair during meals without fail so far.