conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  Young boys and girls in formal dress engaged in chatter as they waited for the ball to officially begin. “Whoa!” Unaccustomed to high heels, I nearly fell. My feet were definitely going to have blisters later. Feminine clothes and I had been bitter enemies my whole life—and in both of them.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Are you all right?” The one who grabbed my arm to stop my fall was none other than Claire. Her long hair was done up, her evening gown was tailored, and her makeup was perfect, making her the very personification of beauty itself. She was too radiant to gaze at straight on. But I stared at her anyway.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “C-cease your staring. It’s embarrassing.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Is there some part of you that mustn’t be seen?” I asked teasingly.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “There is not, but it’s still embarrassing!” Her entire face flushed as she turned away with a huff. She was simply the cutest.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Ms. Rae, you look so cute! Whoa, Ms. Claire, were you always that beautiful? !” Lana and Eve had done their hair differently than usual. Lana’s long hair, usually in just a headband, was in an updo, though the headband was still present. Perhaps that was just her thing? Eve, on the other hand, had her usual braids wrapped into a bun, which was covered with a chignon cap, giving her a slightly foreign feel. Long story short: Many cute girls, me happy.
conversations.prefix: Lana:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You guys came. Took you a while.” Joel was already there as well, dressed in a tailcoat with his hair combed back—a standard formal men’s look.
conversations.prefix: Joel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Good evening, Joel. You look very dapper in that tailcoat.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Thank you, Claire.”
conversations.prefix: Joel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Hey, Joel. We actually saw you out in the city the other day.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What were you doing in the red-li—”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Rae!” Claire stopped me for some reason.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Surely you don’t mean to lecture him here? Now’s not the time.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “But those kinds of places can be dangerous. Somebody needs to let him know.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Even so, you shouldn’t shame him in front of a crowd. Do it another day when it’s just the two of you.”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Oh. I suppose you’re right.” It was culturally acceptable to publicly reprimand someone in modern-day Japan, but that did invite its own set of problems. It might be considered efficient, as it served to warn others from making the same mistake, but it was questionable whether that benefit outweighed the negatives of the shame it brought the target. This world might have been more culturally Japanese than European, but personally, I agreed with Claire’s opinion. I decided to put off lecturing Joel. That said, I will mention now that there was a discrepancy in what I meant when I called those places dangerous and what Claire thought I meant. This came to light only later. She thought I was referring to the illicit nature of the red-light district, when I was actually speaking of venereal diseases.
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