The morning continues, calm and bright.
After bathing, I step into the wardrobe, naked. My big rod remains upright, firm and unyielding. It is the natural result of a long soak and gentle steam.
Inside, my maids—Verona and Lisette—await. They stand ready, disciplined and prepared. Neither comments on my current condition. It is, after all, not the first time for them, probably.
They begin by dressing me in my (Caldus) preferred shirt—the one with a deep neckline that leaves my chest and abdomen visible. It clings to my body precisely as it was designed to. A nobleman's shirt must convey strength, confidence, and a clear disregard for unnecessary buttons.
The issue arises when we reach the trousers.
Despite their experience, the maids encounter difficulty. My stiff rod prevents proper fitting. The fabric is taut. The fastenings resist. Repeated attempts yield the same result.
Verona suggests a practical solution. She summons the house tailor.
The tailor arrives shortly after, carrying his tools and maintaining a neutral expression. After a brief examination of the situation, he modifies the trousers. A clean, circular opening is cut into the front panel—sized to accommodate the obstacle.
I put the trousers on. They fit well. Everything is covered, except for the exposed member, my stiff rod. It protrudes calmly through the opening, unbothered by cloth or social norms.
For a moment, I consider the implications of leaving the room in such a state.
But I remember where I am.
This is the land of Erosia, a world shaped by the will of the Goddess Velmaria. Here, it is customary for women to wear extremely short skirts, often without undergarments. Accidental exposure is frequent, and rarely acknowledged. It is considered part of life.
If women do not conceal their sacred parts, why must I conceal mine?
The discomfort I feel diminishes slightly.
Expression steady, I exit the wardrobe chamber. Verona and Lisette bow in silence as I pass. I nod in return.
I proceed to the dining hall. It is time for breakfast.