5 Zero Privacy

Arnacia noticed Isabelle slow down, so she gave Isabelle's apron another pull. They were still on the top of the hill.

'I only said the facts about this world.' Arnacia turned back and looked at the girl lit up in a halo of orange.

"That's the reality of this world. We sleep together and everyone knows I woo you on every chance I get," Arnacia turned away and said.

"But I am not Isabelle," the girl replied.

"If you suddenly don't act like Isabelle, everyone will think a demon possessed you," Arnacia looked into the distance. "And the knights of Lorein Kingdom will… execute you."

Isabelle's hand was covering her mouth, and she gaped in horror.

Arnacia pulled her apron again and led her towards the bathhouse. Along the way, she told her a few details about the world and promised to share more later.

To Isabelle, it felt like 'her lover' was a guarding angle that would stop at nothing to protect her. For how quickly the lover had accepted her despite the change in behavior. Additionally, ignored the fact that any sort of possession by demons was involved.

The two maids entered the bathhouse. Even Isabelle was shocked on knowing that it was a public bath. She wanted to leave, but Arnacia held her apron.

"Don't worry, only maids that you already know are here," Arnacia consoled.

"B-but I never entered a public bath before." Isabelle's pale face showed signs of red.

"This towel will be enough to cover… you," Arnacia picked up a white towel.

But she doubted it would cover the huge Isabelle properly. Then she looked at herself.

'I am just bigger than before, gladly not as big as her.' She looked at Isabelle with the corner of her eyes.

Arnaica untied the ribbon of her apron and slipped out of the maid costume under the protection of a towel.

'No lingerie makes the dress feel so airy. Gladly, the gown is made so it will support these buttercups,' she mused and adjusted the towel around them properly.

"Isabelle, adjust the towel like this, this will be over quickly," Arnacia put her hand over Isabelle's shoulder.

"But this body is so embarrassing…"

Despite the verbal resistance, Isabelle slowly removed her clothes. She also used the towel to hide herself, but her actions weren't as clean as Arnacia. Gladly, no one was looking at her.

"I can't go inside. This towel barely fits," Isabelle said. Her one hand was holding the tower above her chest, while the other was behind her back. She pulled the towel downwards below her stomach again. Then quickly used the same hand to cover her butt.

Arnaica looked at Isabelle and smiled wryly. 'Couldn't the writer have made one towel bigger? I bet she was aiming for this scene.'

"Hide behind me, it will be alright," Arnacia said.

This was the most logical thing for her character to do. If the towel did not fit Isabelle, then it would be Arnacia who would always protect her.

'Arnacia is crazy, I guess she would've used her own towel to cover Isabelle.' Failed as the character again, Arnacia shook her head and slowly moved forward.

Suddenly, she jerked her head towards the side when a hand landed on her shoulder. It was only Isabelle who was moving as close to Arnacia as possible.

The sudden pause made Isabelle crash into Arnacia. If not for her holding the towel, the spillage would've killed Isabelle from embarrassment.

"Stay steady now," Arnacia let Isabelle's hand rest on her shoulder.

Moving forward, the scene of maids washing themselves entered her eyes. Everyone's wet hair was tied up and their bodies covered with foam.

'Wait, did they have soaps in medieval times, or is it the writer who wants to avoid censorship?'

"Isabelle! Are you still not feeling well?" Rosalia's voice echoed, and all gazes turned towards the newcomers. She was inside a wide tub. No, it was like a mini pool but shallow.

"Miss Rosalia, forgive my dear Isabelle. Punish me instead," Arnacia spoke.

Something like this had happened in the novel before. 'Arnacia begs the witch to punish her instead of Isabelle. Nailed it!' She felt good that finally, she did something worthy to be called Arnacia.

"As a punishment, you two are not to wash your hair today. Cleanse yourself fast," Rosalia snorted and closed her eyes.

Arnacia frowned on seeing the steam flowing out of the tub. 'Why is the water hot?' Looking around, she slowly walked towards two empty stools at the end of the bathhouse.

Rest of the maids were rubbing themselves with a scrub?

Arnacia stole a few glances at the maids. There were five, excluding Isabelle and herself. Many things about them were still a mystery since she had not caught up to the novel.

Isabelle was now standing at the last stool, whereas Arnacia was between her and another maid.

'Time to take off the towels…' The towels were supposed to be hanged on a small handle above the tap.

'Zero privacy…' Arnacia looked at Isabelle, who was panicking like a fawn. Her hands were alternating between adjusting the towel at the front and hiding the back.

Quickly, Arnacia removed the towel and hung it on the handle.

Even before she touched the towel, she had squeezed her legs together. After it was removed, she pressed on her upper body and forcefully sat down on the stool.

Seeing the live example, Isabelle also tried to do the same. But little did she notice all eyes were on her now. Even the maid sitting at the other end could see her. Some maids shamelessly turned her heads towards Isabelle. While others, like Arnacia, looked with the corner of their eyes.

"Seeing Isabelle never gets boring," one maid whispered.

"Shh… if Arnaica hears it, she will sprout trouble for you," another said.

Arnacia faintly heard the voices, but couldn't make out the meaning. Ignoring everyone, she rubbed soap over her body. Soon, she was shrouded with foam. Only then she picked up the scrub. Isabelle also followed suit.

"Arnacia, are you not going to wash Isabelle today?" the maid sitting beside Arnacia said.