"hey, Wake up"
Ursula, daughter of Gisborne, put her arms around the neck of the low-ranking warrior who had been with her the night before. Then she buried her face in his neck. The warrior ran his hands through her hair and smelled it. The scent of saffron spread strongly. The scent reminded him of his dead mother, and his brows furrowed. The scent of a cheap prostitute. He ran his hands through Ursula’s hair and grabbed her hair.
"Come on"
Then he pressed her down towards his lower body. Ursula hated this disgusting power, but she didn’t hate it. Their morning was a continuation of the previous night. After a while, they got dressed and prepared to leave the salon. The half-breasted dress was something she had inherited from her mother, and it was so tight around the waist that she had difficulty putting it on. The warrior laughed at her and disappeared from sight first.
She went out and walked down the street. She liked the smell of grilled sausages in the market. It was a night she liked and a morning she didn't like. She felt humiliated because she thought she had been laughed at by a man she had just met because of her clothes, so she thought about buying some cloth from a draper in a corner of the market. She went into the draper and chose some rough linen. It was about five crumb. She was upset that she was five coins short.
"There's nothing I want. I'll come back next time."
"The excuse is that you don't have money. Tell your father to pay back the money he owes to Gilly."
"I may have milk to give to Gilly, but I don't have money."
Mrs. Luisa, who was standing next to me, looked at me with contemptuous eyes and said. I turned around and left the store, clenching my fist at him. It was the most I could express. When I got home, I had to tell my father that the money I borrowed from Mr. Gilly would come back to buy me. I felt like laughing all the time. I arrived home with neither a light nor heavy heart and steps. My father had to go out to work as a guard because of a call, and only my mother was at home.
"Are you come"
"I couldn't buy fabric because I didn't have money. The clothes my mother gave me were too tight."
"You still have to wear it. It's your clothes now. And it's your only outfit to go out in."
I wear those clothes and go out to have sex with men. The men I meet wearing those clothes compliment me on how beautiful I am, but when morning comes, they laugh at me as I struggle to put on my clothes. I don't want to live like that anymore. I think I deserve to wear slightly better clothes and be treated well. At least by the men I meet.
"These days, more and more women are joining the guild. There are more strong women than you'd think."
Then he stroked my chest.
"How about you come in and play with us? It'll be a good reward for you, rather than just hanging out with me."
He spoke to me with a mean and hearty laugh. It was such a rude remark that I never thought I could hunt monsters. He left. As expected, I was laughed at because of the way I dressed. One nipple was almost exposed because of the way my clothes were tucked in front of my crooked chest. I thought that I was going to cry because that was my situation. Then I thought. At least if I hunt small monsters and earn money, they won't look down on me. I thought that I could eat good food and buy good clothes.
I arrived at the inn where the largest central guild in the city gathered. They said that female guild members were recruited only here. Then I filled out the application form, paid the dowry, and left. Of course, I didn’t forget the letters of recommendation from my father, who was the gate guard, and his friends. An old man saw my behavior and lamented that all sorts of people were coming in now. But whatever. I kissed him lightly as he cursed and left. The old man pretended to scream in embarrassment. I knew that it was just a pretense.
