落とし穴外伝：女性だからといって服が得意なわけではない (Part2)
"First, let's establish the basics. Broadly speaking, there are two types of clothing: 'everyday wear' and 'attire designed for a specific purpose.'"
"Exactly. And it seems Jessica hasn't quite grasped the concept of everyday wear; she appears to believe that clothing is something chosen solely based on one's station or a particular function."
"Haa... but surely there are people who wear sportswear or tracksuits while out shopping?"
"That is simply because they are shopping on their way back from exercise. Or, much like you, they are simply oblivious to the nuances of fashion."
"But during a lunch break in the middle of a workday, one wouldn't go through the trouble of changing, would they? It’s the same principle."
"Haa..."
I still didn't quite understand.
"Well, setting aside the nobility, it is quite rare outside of Weed for people to have such a wide variety of clothing to choose from, so I suppose it’s understandable."
"True, it is common for one's work clothes to be the same as their everyday wear. However, that simply won't do for Jessica—especially if that 'everyday wear' is a tracksuit. Besides, she cannot rely on the other wives for help and advice forever."
"Mmm. Indeed, you are quite right."
I am now the wife of Yuki, the Prince Consort of Weed, and beyond that, I am in a position where I must act as a representative of my homeland, Zilba. I understand that I must be mindful of my attire. And I also recognize that relying on everyone else indefinitely is hardly a sustainable solution.
"Alright, now that we’ve reached an understanding, let’s continue. There is no inherent problem with wearing work clothes during your downtime, but that does not make them 'everyday wear' in the true sense. Today, we are selecting garments distinct from the utilitarian nature of work uniforms."
"Precisely. Furthermore, you are to be a pioneer, teaching the people of Weed the 'joy of choosing one's own clothes.' Please, do not settle for anything drab; it would cast doubt on the dignity of Zilba."
"So, if I understand correctly, choosing something other than those 'drab' clothes means selecting something that isn't defined by a specific, functional purpose?"
"Exactly. With that in mind, why don't you try choosing something that suits you—something you find appealing? Do you have any preferences? We’ll help you look."
"Let me see... I suppose, above all, I prioritize 'ease of movement'?"
"In that case, let’s look for something with exposed shoulders or a more fitted silhouette."
As we narrowed down our search, the clothes that matched my own tastes began to emerge...
"Oh, Jessica. That look suits you perfectly. Don't you think so, Ratz?"
"I agree. It’s less 'cute' and more 'cool.' Oh, Marly and Hivia, that looks wonderful on you as well."
"Thank you very much."
"Heh, I knew it."
"Pardon the intrusion. And please, forgive Jessica for the constant trouble she causes."
Indeed, I feel that a sharp, tailored look suits me far better than anything overtly cute. As I re-examine my reflection in the mirror, that conviction only grows stronger. I had intended to continue exploring this direction, but then...
"Right, next let’s try something in the 'cute' category."
"Eh?"
"Don't 'eh' me. It’s important to be able to pull off both styles. Wearing a skirt over trousers is an option, too. Perhaps a miniskirt?"
"Then, what about a bikini armor?"
"No, Marly. That’s clearly a joke. I believe that falls well outside the realm of 'cute.' However, since Jessica seems capable of pulling off both, exploring such possibilities might not be a bad idea."
"Haa..."
It seems I possess a variety of hidden possibilities. Coming from my former superior and colleague, who have known me for years, I suppose I cannot doubt it. Still, if things continue like this, will I ever truly be able to refine my own sense of style? Perhaps I should take this opportunity to start reading fashion magazines.
I had been lost in such thoughts, but soon after, I found myself endlessly responding to their instructions, bringing out one outfit after another, serving as nothing more than a living "dress-up doll."
"...I think I finally understand why Yuki gets so annoyed when it comes to clothes."
One shouldn't judge based on gender or outward appearance alone. And yet, first impressions are undeniably important. It is a difficult balance to strike.