Meanwhile, outside the fitting room, the shop clerks were whispering among themselves.
"Did you see? I thought he stepped right out of Lord Donatelli's painting."
"Exactly. I've seen plenty of men trying to look like that painting, but that man is...."
The clerks exchanged murmured opinions about Rellia's appearance.
This was only natural, for the man bore a striking resemblance to the pure, handsome youth in the paintings by 'Donatelli,' an artist currently the talk of the capital.
Of course, his hair and eye colors were different, yet his peculiar delicate aura and pure innocence were remarkably similar.
Even the atmosphere between him and the man who had accompanied him was curious.
The blond man, who clearly looked like a high-ranking noble, wore clothes so luxurious they made one's jaw drop.
Despite his large frame, the clothes fit him splendidly.
That such a man would bring along someone in plain attire, an exceedingly pure-looking man, and personally pick out clothes for him?
Anyone could see what kind of relationship this was.
Seeing him even take the measurements himself for fear of the clerks touching the man said it all.
He disliked another person's hands touching his lover's body!
The clerks were in high spirits over this entertaining situation that had unfolded since morning.
It was said that there were nobles who secretly indulged in male love, but those who would openly parade their lovers around and buy them clothes like this were extremely rare.
Not that there were none at all, but such people mostly visited after sunset, during dark hours.
At the very least, they didn't come this boldly in the morning.
"Then again, looking like that, I'd probably parade him around from dawn too, just to show him off."
The clerks grew curious about the identity of this pure-looking man who had suddenly appeared in the capital.