Evening, the time Brey Foster loved the most.
At this time, the sky was dim, lacking the blinding sunshine of the day, yet not so dark that one couldn't see their fingers in front of them.
The hazy night was most comfortable.
Women were the same.
Women wrapped up tightly would be disappointing, while those without any coverings were too direct and lacked a certain allure.
Only those clad in gauzy fabrics were just right.
「Second floor of the tavern.」
Several dancers, dressed in thin veils, gracefully danced, their lithe figures and fair, delicate skin faintly visible, making onlookers unable to avert their eyes.
"Denis."
Brey turned to look at the young man sitting not far away and laughed. "The veils worn by these dancers are products from the Lapu Textile Factory. The quality may not compare to those crafted by skilled weavers, but they are cheap and produced in large quantities. I believe they will do well in the Sake Kingdom too."
"Hmm."
