Tiffaney had no idea why that everyone was obsessed with her wearing pants. It was acted as if she committed genocide for not wearing leggings that had no more than one hole in them. For a moment she wanted to pull out her identification token, but that was left at home, and her crest had been left on the street since she didn't know what she was getting into at the time.
"I really am countess Rosewood, why did none of the stories about me not include pants? I wear pants more than a wear those fluffy dresses they make me put on." Something about the noble heir and her complete disarmed state made it difficult to remember that she was just an object to be sold.
"No self-respecting lady would wear pants if she had the option." Forman…nameless spoke, his name forever lost by the noble heir. Tiffaney felt that there was something wrong that others paid so much attention to what she placed on her body.
