As the name implies, the citizens of the "Daught Country" are all women, causing the air to mingle with the freshness of the "fresh mountain rain" and the strong scent of makeup. Even women dressed in ordinary linen clothes added a touch of pink hue to this city.
Walking on the main street, a twenty-something male prisoner, after some time of dissipating panic and anxiety, watched the women passing by nagging to each other, and a sting of heat began to create a buzz in his chest. Him, having been imprisoned for attempted robbery and rape, felt as if he was in heaven.
The women, being rarely exposed to men, gazed at the prisoner, their curiosity causing them to giggle lightly. Sometimes, their laughter appeared rather enticing as their chests would shake with their movements.
