"This is the bottom line!" the soldier stubbornly declared. He didn't want to lose this somewhat stable job, despite its low pay, over such a small matter. "Lord Richter already knows that the women in sheepskins are all prostitutes! I can turn a blind eye, but at least you need to change your outfits!"
Looking at the women in the cell with their furrowed brows, the soldier suddenly had a bright idea and spoke without thinking.
"You all... could dress up as nuns! I've been to the city's church. Those nuns' clothes are thick and black, quite warm too."
The floodgates of his imagination opened up, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became, even lifting his head high.
"That way, when you're 'working,' we can help cover for you. If anyone asks what you're doing, we'll say... you're nuns, offering 'confessions' to those lost lambs! Not like those demons in sheepskins!"
Hearing this unbelievable idea, all the women in the cell went silent.
