How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

For the people, to the people 4

There was no hurry.

No hasty steps or people running to places to work.

No crowds of people barely mingling to their respective destinations along the endless chatter from the people either eating at the feet of the streets in those cafes or open restaurants and those walking the streets. The women dressed similarly that during the day, yet those overly and exaggerated hats were gone, their hair let loose to cascade behind their backs.

Young pairs of men and women, some from here..others clearly foreigners walking closely to each other, holding hands while they laughed at things that only they were privy to while not far from them children of all ages mired the streets and alleys with their laughter and curses as they played simple games that old people from back home would have been used to when they were young.

Clearly denoting that school time was over unlike when she had come here during the Morning-Afternoon.

All while gentle melodies played by musicians bled through the air all over the city.

Even the buildings looked different from where she stood as the light from within coated a particular image that she was awfully familiar with. Yeah, for a world that did not have or had even began to develop electricity it damn felt like she was back home as the light from within the stores and the lamps shine bright around her.

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She bit her lip

The mirth from her lips died while the smile on her lips became a little more strained... if only for a moment.

Yeah..., it did feel a little like home. Shaking her head she decided to push away such thoughts from her mind, trying to focus more on the now rather than anything else. This was going to be a special day... better think of it that way. Like....would she meet other characters like Neuvillete as-well as Callas? And if so....would it be too much to wonder if she could make the fish-dragon man blush?

An absurd thing to think about when you remember that she could barely withstand those sharp cheek bones of his...

But oh well..it was not like she thought she could come here to such and important event wearing the normal clothes that she used back at the House... or those that I sullied with Hilichurl blood.

She felt a shiver of unease at that particular memory.

So.., it was no brainier that she had to go for an..... "upgrade" in her wardrobe.

Luckily for her, her room had an ample list of choices from which to pick from at her own leisure.

Sadly...she had zero taste in fashion, a weakness she had drag from her original home so it became necessary to call Noriko for aid. Surprisingly...the black haired girl was more than thrilled about lending her the necessary help to find the right dress that would suit best for the occasion.

And oh boy that girl had a knack for this.

That or her sense of taste was still trash and anything offered to her looked good in her eyes.

Maybe both?

Anyway..., the super tight, open legged black dress with the criss cross halter pattern for her more than prominent cleavage and side-boob that hang in place only because of the black choker on her neck they were connected to alongside her now bare shoulders, gently covered with a loose thick white fur-coat like one of those old fashion commercial and the black elbow gloves that slid out of her wide sleeves would surely make her look the part for such an important occasion.

And clearly not because she wanted to get a reaction of a certain pervert to make her "talks" go more smoothly.

Or try to make a certain Dragon boy get flustered