Chapter Sixteen

The next morning, Thalia was up early and ready to finally go outside. Ann had kindly informed her that she was free to request the things she needed as per the Prince's order. Whenever she met the prince again, she planned to ask him why she got such special treatment. He must have a reason.

So she had conveniently asked Ann to bring some comfortable clothes for her since hers weren't too appropriate over here. So now she was staring at herself in the mirror noticing how well she fit the image of an 18th century woman because of the dress.

According to Ann, it was the simplest she could find in the shops. It was a normal dress she'd probably see in a museum in the 21st century. It was an open robe with a petticoat. It had a fitted bodice, narrow sleeves, and double-layered cuffs.

The thing Thalia found uncomfortable about the dress wasn't even the bodice. It was the fact that her boobs were almost touching her chin. With how high the dress pushed her boobs up, she could lick the to