"If you have a penchant for exposing yourself in front of others, then I suggest you continue; such behavior really defiles the eyes."
The girl's cold voice came through, but Otome Mizuko just scoffed, "I haven't forced anyone to watch. If you're afraid of defiling your own eyes, then you might as well just leave."
"That's right, I wonder if you're afraid of spoiling your eyes, or are you jealous and want to take my place?" the lady said, as she ran her fingers through her hair that fell beside her ears, her exquisite and beautiful face filled with an almost imperceptible allure.
"What do you think, Shimizu?"
After speaking, Otome Mizuko provocatively looked up at Chiba Shimizu, the contempt in her eyes unable to be restrained from showing.
Chiba Shimizu did not speak, just coldly met her gaze.
"Cough cough."
At this point, Haruka Yuzan, who had been a bystander, finally stepped forward; it was time to put an end to this absurd war,
