"Is there any special reason we're dressed like this?" Ace questioned with some frustration as he tugged at the bodice of the gown he currently wore. "It's a wonder that young women persist in wearing these restrictive cages! I'm sure fashion could afford to be more comfortable!"
"We're meant to be undercover as we escort these young ladies to their new home," Emerick replied, shooting a wink to the pair of women sitting across from him and his disgruntled cousin. "The matron of their brothel requested an armed escort to protect her charges, but she feared making them a larger target by simply sending them with an official escort. Really, Ace, do you care nothing for the safety of your people?"
"Of course I care!" Ace exclaimed indignantly.
"Then what is wearing a corset to protecting Miss Alya and Miss Olivia?" Emerick asked.
