Interlude

The next day.

As payment for hearing the story the captain had kept hidden,

I spent all my time—except when eating or sleeping—being treated like a doll.

“Haa... I'm satisfied. Yes, completely satisfied!”

“...What's so great about that? Why make such a fuss? Honestly.”

Only after being made to wear frilly clothes for ages—even after waking up—was I finally free.

“There were quite a few outfits that suited you, but you ended up wearing that one again.”

“Right? Didn't you say there were quite a few comfortable ones?”

Apparently, Frederica wasn't the only one who enjoyed watching me get changed against my will.

The two of them asked as they looked at me, now back in my usual clothes with bandages around my chest...