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Remilia The Flower Girl
"Mister, would you like some flowers?.."
Said the girl, holding a flower in her right hand and a little basket full of them hanging in the left arm.
But her left hand went down, picked up the hem of her dress lifting it to her waist, leaving her underwear exposed for him to see.
The Flower Girl
A metaphor well known.
By selling her body, the girl was earning a living.
In a back alley away from the crowded streets.
The city, once filled with aristocrats and upperclassmen now sees itself impoverished.
And the girl was the mistress of a certain mansion in former days.
But as it was common, mismanagement brought this mansion rapidly down, leaving no trace of its past glory.
She has only one blood relative left, her little sister.
The sisters did not know how to work.
No common sense in them at all, they knew nothing about the world.
Roaming around town, knowing nothing about it, they didn't know what to do.
Then, a man visiting the city took interest in them.
The man said.
"How much do you want? Do you have many customers?"
Naive, the girls didn't understand what he was talking about.
But they realized it is something they'll be paid for.
They didn't know what he meant by "customers" or what they need to do to get the money, so they asked the man.
And then, the sisters were taught "how to work"
And their hearts sank with the feeling of them being shattered to pieces.