Nanoe and Selina fell completely silent, feeling that Monica's adaptation speed was a bit... fast.
Monica also knew what they were thinking, but this thigh... she absolutely had to cling to it. That was why she would do anything to be able to stay in this room.
Being a maid was fine, being a slave was fine too.
At this moment, Nanoe seemed to have thought of something very interesting. She immediately took out an outfit she had bought from other Survivors.
When Monica saw that outfit, her face flushed red as if it were about to burst into flames.
"How is it?" Nanoe asked with a smile. "You don't want it?"
Monica pressed her lips together, then gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with determination. "Of course... I want it! But can you let me take a shower first, okay?"
