Chapter 58: New World Fashion & A Blunder
The fashion style of this world was most unique.
The female maidservants wore similar soft-tunic fabric, fashioned into short skirts and a simple wrap-around top that covered most of their upper privates.....
Just most.
Almost like they are managing the amount of fabric each maidservant outfit is allowed to have.
The servants with higher ranks have higher thread count fabric with more styling.
Ben could infer from this that the cost for clothing material must be quite expensive.
A similar thing happens with the male servants, who had on shorts as well as something like a crop top, with similar distinct beige and green colored designs to both the female and male maidservant outfits, depicting the junior and senior servants.
The twins were junior servants.
The guard outfits are different, just like Luna’s; most were made with a mixture of leather and thigh cotton....
However, Ben assumed their light designs might have been fashioned to aid with movement in battle, but for the most part, it probably still boiled down to the cost of leather, cotton, or that silk-like material that looked like silk but felt too harsh to the touch to even call it that.
Most of the servant clothing was made out of this silk-like tunic of differing quality, as well as most other simple fabric furnishings.
It appears leather and cotton are mostly reserved for the soldiers’ and guards’ outfits, which he’s seen some of them wear alongside light silver metal plating.
The male guards wear a mix of silk, leather, and cotton for their long pants and sleeveless tops, while the female guards and soldiers have on the same materials in short skirt form and a top covering that firmly secured their cleavages in a protective brace.
For those like the duchess, it was all about quality.
What Ben had seen her wear was cotton of heavy thread count and higher-quality silk that appeared to have been treated to showcase expense and status, and also promote extreme comfort, however much such a poor comfort-invoking material can provide.
Even the leather and cotton materials in her room were very abundant and of very high quality as compared to those he’s seen in his room, though not nearly at the same level as those from Ben’s previous world.
The important point was, they wore these fabrics in abundance, not in the measly manner and cuts common among the staff.
This not only denotes their status, power, and influence, but it also showcases class.
Ben had only seen three others dressed in this manner.
The chancellor was the most bespoke in his fashion statement, decked out in gems and excess fabric, even more so than the duchess... which was kinda sus to Ben.
There was, of course, the duchess herself, whose outfit was not just full, but for a woman of her status and her attention to detail, it also highlighted all her beautiful curves and sexiness; an image of which Ben was currently picturing as he fantasised about her delicious form.
Then there was Nymira; hers was simple and modest, unlike Faerwyn, everything she had on was fashioned to assist combat: the hugging leather plus silk-like body suit, covering and flowing from top to bottom, the fabric straining to hold her giant mounds and the provocative jiggle that accompanied her round, slamming ass cheeks within as she moved.
It was a thing of beauty, and Ben could feel his bulge harden in response to the image of her. Considering what he had planned for today, the thought was made more salacious.
For Ben, the outfits prepared for him were clearly more upscale than the usual, showcasing just how much importance they placed on his status even amidst the financial difficulty the estate was currently facing.
Clearly, Faerwyn meant it when she had promised he would live in comfort, and Ben appreciated that even though the garments were not close to the standards he was used to, it was more than enough for the meantime.
Ben pulled out a pair of simple leather pants and an open V-neck long-sleeved cotton cream colored shirt that seemed a littel over sized for the current him, but the material was of very high quality.
There were several pieces in the box, and most of them looked like casual wear for someone of high noble status; they looked like something made particularly for someone of that size, as they were all of similar sizes.
A thought came to Ben as to the possible origins of these clothes, but he shook it off as irrelevant.
"I need better clothes."
Ben murmured, feeling the fabric in his grip; he could already tell that just like the mattress and everything else, even though made of better materials, it would be uncomfortable to wear.
Getting better clothes from the system was a must, but not for now.
So he changed into the brown pants and cream colored shirt he had picked out, noticing a brown boot to the side. He put that on too, which was also not his size, but the buckle and rope helped to hold it in place.
Ben appraised himself from top to bottom, admiring how his body appeared a little more toned in this outfit; he was curious to check his visage in a large mirror like he always did back in his world....
But no matter how much he looked through the room, there was nothing like that.
"They don’t have mirrors?" he uttered, bewildered.
Thinking back, he saw nothing like that in Faerwyn’s room either, cementing his point.
That’s when Ben’s eyes locked onto a silver metal-like material, resting with no obvious use by the side of his desk, so he walked up to it, and as he picked it up....
There it was, his reflection staring back at him. It was blurred, distorted, but clear enough to pass for what he believed to be a mirror in this world.
"Sigh.... What an interesting place."
Ben sighed heavily as he put the metal back down, walking towards his exit and ready to greet the new day in this estate; he cast one final look at the still passed-out twins, shaking his head in resignation, and he moved to open his door.
But as he did, he was met with a face he had so desperately wanted to meet today, but not like this.....Certainly not like this.
Ben’s eyes widened in shock, locking onto those of Nymira.
His door was open wide, wide enough that you could see the two naked servants sleeping on his mattress.
’shit!’
Shocked by her presence, and acting as fast as he could, Ben was about to rapidly lean to the side to block her Nymira’s line of sight.....
But he was too slow.
Nymira did not even move; only her eyes did.
It shifted with incredible speed to the side, took in all that was inside Ben’s room, before returning to him.
And at that moment..... Ben Dover knew he had fucked up.
’Fuck!!’
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