Still sprinting as quick as her slender legs could carry her, it turns out keeping her head down wasn't the best idea, as she ran full **** into someone in the middle of the street, knocking them over. In her dazed state, she could only see darkness, but felt a warmth pressed against her mouth. Taking a deep breath to gather her strength, she heard a cute squeak come from above her. Mona looked up slowly to see her friend and partner, Fischl, staring down at her with wide eyes, her face flushed, and her mouth agape. Looking at Fischl, Mona could see that she wasn't looking at her, instead looking at where her face had just been. Following her gaze, Mona looked in horror.
A few months ago, after agreeing to pay rent, Mona found herself in more need of mora than normal, and knew she had little choice but to join the adventurer's guild for a source of income. She quickly rose through the ranks, thanks to her natural talent and fighting capabilities. This made her a prime candidate for difficult missions, along with another star guild member, Fischl. It was difficult getting to know her at first, considering her strange vernacular, but the two quickly grew to become good friends.
And now, she had just had her face buried in her friend's most intimate spot, with nothing but a thin lace dress separating the two.
"DEAR BARBATOS I'M SO SORRY FISCHL I DIDN'T MEAN TO-" Mona began babbling apologetically.
Cutting her off, Fischl, despite her blushing face, began in her trademark tone of voice, "While the current state of affairs may be seen as particularly ignominious, all things considered, it would be well advised to shroud your nubile physique."
"... what?" was all Mona could respond with. Luckily, Oz, Fischl's raven familiar, and full-time translator, was there to help her out.
"I believe that Mein Fräulein means to say: 'You should cover up'"
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