Martha bit her lips, watching me with cautious eyes as I put on my jeans. "Milady, I find it hard to understand how you find yourself comfortable in that thing."
My head fell back as I laughed heartily. Martha and I had finished eating, although she insisted that I eat more after a few bites, and since she wasn't comfortable eating with me and neither did she find it proper. I didn't press her to join me since it was something she did not like. I asked her to go get a proper meal while I freshen up. As usual, she disagreed with me, but I did not give her room for negotiation and she left.
She came some minutes after I got out of the bathroom. I insisted she bring back my old clothes. She had hesitated at first but did not want to disobey me, so she left it. And now she was staring at me in astonishment as I wore them, the jeans.
"Milady, can you walk in those? It looks uncomfortable."
