[The sudden interruption from a very deep, very male voice in the middle of Felicia's personal pep talk earned a yelp of surprise. Nearly leaping out of her skin, Felicia whirled around to regard the stranger. Her arms were tightly crossed across her chest, as if that could preserve any amount of modesty she had left.]

It's one thing when it's just women in a bath-- it's another when men get involved!

[Face burning in shame, Felicia tore her gaze away and let it linger on the man's feet.]

...clothes like this doesn't even exist in Hoshido or Nohr. And it's too cold in my homeland for anyone to consider dressing with such little covering.