"Lady Susan!" Oscar called and she turned to him. "For someone who is a long way from home, you're rather relaxed and proactive." He stated and she smiled.
"It's not like I can just sit around and sulk all day and my problems will magically get solved. I have to do what I'm told if I want to survive!" She said and he nodded.
"Perhaps, concerning the dresses," he said, changing the topic back to the original. "...do your worries have to do with the fact that your cleavage will be in full view or that your thighs will be exposed? Tell me your thoughts."
Susan stared in disbelief at Oscar. He was so bold asking that. Seriously, was there no such thing as female decency in the underworld?
"Both!" She said and folded her arms.
"But the king doesn't like looking at anything that isn't appealing and anything plain. He always tends to look at 'interesting' things while he work in order not to lose interest and run off to 'play'!" Oscar explained.
