At first, Mitsuki felt confused, but he looked at Jeanne, searching for an answer. She calmly nodded.
"Yes, of course. If it's for buying the clothes, then—"
Before he could even finish speaking, the woman skillfully moved her hands. Taking Mitsuki's hand, she intertwined her fingers with his.
As though they were about to dance, she raised his hand together with hers. She offered Mitsuki a gentle smile, as if trying to reassure him about whatever was happening, though he couldn't feel anything about it.
She then pulled a black measuring tape from her vest and wrapped it around Mitsuki's body while spinning him around a couple of times. When she abruptly stopped, Mitsuki stumbled slightly.
At that moment, four of the nearly twenty automatons wandering through the establishment approached them. Their delicate hands already carried different sewing and tailoring tools.
