Chapter 1797 My Fucking Duty & Service:>Ep7

• Lenna nodded curtly. A physically demanding task? She could handle that. "Very well. I'll do my best to keep up. But before that," she looked down at the now rumpled dress on the ground, "Could you help me with this?"
• The dressing took substantially longer than she'd anticipated. Men's clothing, or at least the clothing favoured by those who needed to fight at a moment's notice like Crys, were practical affairs. Slip on, buckle, tie. The dress Lenna was expected to be worn was, in fact, several pieces, each interlocking like some kind of fabric based puzzle. The laces on the back of her frock, when it was worn properly, were placed totally beyond her reach.
• "So...going to tell me what the occasion is that necessitates this kind of outfit?" Crys asked, working her way up the dress' back, tying it tight but not too tight. "Or perhaps extend an invite. Wouldn't mind seeing how you manage punching out some foreign Count's lights in a ball gown."