"Hm, ordinarily were I to hear stories about such a culture I'd dismiss them as salacious fabrications, but I suppose literature on the subject may be more accurate in the future?"

"It's still totally possible it was made up, but it's more feasible for it to have been genuine anthropological work."

"Is it common for cultures to have such norms?"

"Different modesty norms? It's normal for them to vary but I'm not sure what standard of commonality you have in mind."

"Specifically the lack of mdoesty norms around women's chests."

"I think it's not uncommon in very hot climates."

"I suppose that would make things easier for women in such places."

"I wouldn't know how much of a convenience it is."

"I admit I envy your ignorance."

"I do think it's likely that fabrics and styles common to my time are less annoying than whatever garment situation you have to deal with, but sure."

"Oh, I was a bit out of sorts when you first arrived but now I'd be curious to look at the clothing you were wearing that evening."

"Sure, wherever it's gotten to."

As it turns out, the maids washed and folded it and put it very very carefully into Haru's closet.

So Lucette can have a look at it. Sneakers, plain white socks one with the beginnings of a hole in the heel, jeans, boxer briefs, T-shirt in heather grey.

The t-shirt is so incredibly soft and Lucette would like to rub her face against it, which would definitely not be appropriate but luckily she is distracted from this conundrum by the most amazing piece of footwear she has ever seen. It has some sort of springey-pillowey substance inside it, a strange soft and shiny fabric protecting it on the outside, except for the parts which have an entirely different sort of fabric that makes no sense at all to Lucette, and she hasn't even started trying to figure out what is going with the bottom... 

"Regrettably I don't know what most of the material in the shoe is. I think it's not real leather."

"How long do they take to construct?"

"Don't know that either. I assume it's all assembly-line and substantially automated, though."

"It feels so soft it should fall apart in my hands, and yet it doesn't - how long do they last."

"The shirt? Uh, I have like... I dunno, twenty?... shirts like it at home, and buy a new pack of five every year or so. But also I don't repair them literally at all, I throw them out if they get stained or develop holes."

"Oh, I meant the shoes, I'm used to them being substantially more sturdy than these. The shirt is admittedly softer, but somehow that's less surprising."

"I've had those shoes for... two or three years? But I don't wear them in dungeons, they're not that hard-wearing, they're meant for walking or running on artificial surfaces, not hiking and kicking monsters."

"Artificial surfaces?"

"Pavement or flooring as opposed to, like, the woods."

"Ah, what are assembly lines and what does it mean for them to be automated?"