Another ordinary day began in the Froister Household, and Celena Froister, the rebellious protagonist, was once again trying to avoid her overbearing mother. It had only been a few days since she was mysteriously transported to this unfamiliar time, and she had quickly learned the demanding expectations of a lady of her social standing. The luxurious bath she indulged in was a welcome escape, with scented candles and rose petals creating a delightful atmosphere. The maids' skillful massages left her feeling relaxed and content. And let's not forget the delicious meals she enjoyed, fit for royalty.

Everything seemed to be sailing smoothly, or so she believed. She found herself embraced by the warm embrace of her loving family, immersed in a world of opulence and abundance. Lavish feasts delighted her taste buds and garments screamed excess. However, amidst this ocean of extravagance, she encountered an abhorrent sight—the corset, a torturous and ostentatious device.

She cast a disdainful gaze upon the constricting contraption, recognizing its resemblance to a confining prison. The corset's intricate design, adorned with delicate lace and intricate embroidery, betrayed its true nature. It promised to shape and mold her body into the societal ideal, but at what cost? The moment she donned that corset, she would surrender her freedom of movement, subjecting herself to hours of discomfort and restricted breath.

Celena had heard tales of women fainting, ribs bruised, and waists unnaturally compressed by these fashion artifacts. She could not comprehend how such an object could be considered glamorous or desirable. In her mind, it represented the epitome of vanity and oppression, a cruel symbol of societal expectations.

"Seriously? This thing looks like a damn cage," Celena muttered, her voice barely audible. The sight of the corset filled her with a mix of fascination and dread. It seemed both alluring and suffocating at the same time. Despite her reservations, she couldn't resist the pull of experiencing the historical authenticity she had stumbled upon. Little did she know the ordeal that awaited her.

 Celena's anxiety grew, manifesting in the atmosphere around her. The room seemed to respond to her unease as if sympathizing with her plight. The temperature dropped suddenly, enveloping her in an icy shiver that ran down her spine. At that moment, she clung tightly to the vanity table, seeking solace in the familiar solidity of the polished wood. It provided a small anchor of comfort amidst the impending storm.

"How bad could it be, right? Those stories about corsets must be majorly exaggerated," Celena pondered, her voice trailing off. With a hint of skepticism, she tried to convince herself that the tales of discomfort and restriction associated with corsets were mere exaggerations of the past.

As the maids fastened the corset around her, Celena held onto a glimmer of hope that her experience would not be as agonizing as she had imagined. Perhaps she would be one of the lucky few who found the garment tolerable, even comfortable.

However, as the laces tightened, a subtle discomfort began to settle within Celena. It started as a gentle pressure, an unfamiliar sensation that gradually intensified. The corset molded her figure, shaping it into a desired silhouette, but at what cost? As the maids dutifully tightened the strings, a wave of excruciating force was unleashed, prompting an ear-splitting scream to reverberate throughout the mansion.

Celena's face, once a picture of serenity, transformed into a tableau of agony. Her features contorted with pain, her vibrant eyes widening in disbelief at the maids responsible for this torturous affair. She felt as though she were trapped in a nightmare, struggling against an unseen force that constricted her every breath.

In a fit of anguish, pain, and frustration, a string of expletives escaped Celena's lips, leaving the maids bewildered and fearing for their safety. They hastily retreated from the room, their faces filled with shock and confusion. Celena's outburst was a desperate release of the pent-up emotions that had been building within her. The reality of corsets shattered her romanticized notions, leaving her feeling trapped and deceived. She was left alone, grappling with the harsh truth and the weight of her disillusionment.

"Hold up! Release me from this hellish contraption right now!" she demanded, her vision dimming as she stumbled towards the comforting embrace of the plush red velvety bed. However, her strength failed her, causing her to faceplant unceremoniously onto the plush cream carpet. She swore that her spine had been irreparably damaged before succumbing to unconsciousness. Later that eventful day, the compassionate maids tended to her aching back, their gentle touch offering a glimmer of relief. It was at that moment that Celena made a solemn vow to herself, swearing never to subject herself to the torment of a corset again.

With her determination as her compass, Celena darted through the maze-like mansion. Its narrow hallways, adorned with ancestral paintings showcasing her family's history, exuded a sense of grandeur. As she maneuvered through the passages, rays of sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a gentle, warm glow on the walls. The interplay of light and shadow created a captivating atmosphere, infusing her daring escape with a touch of intrigue. Skillfully, she eluded the entourage of maids led by her concerned mother.

"Please, come back, my dear! I promise, no more corsets," Grace pleaded, her voice tinged with breathlessness.

"Yeah, right! You've been saying that every damn day. I'd rather die than wear one of those torture devices again," Celena retorted, her voice laced with defiance.

'honestly all for a glass figure and a big booty, in return for a torturous suffocating prison corset...Hell no, I hate pain...fuck them beauty standards....'

"Celena, pray to remember your lineage as a member of the prestigious Froister family. Your current display of defiance is utterly unacceptable. Rest assured, once I lay my hands upon you, severe consequences shall befall you."

Celena's mother's words echoed through the grandiose corridors, her voice laced with a mix of exasperation and concern. The weight of her family's esteemed reputation and the burden of societal expectations tried to settle upon Celena's shoulders, but she shrugged them off effortlessly.

The resounding reprimand was a dull reminder of the relentless scrutiny that accompanied her lineage. Celena, however, was impervious to their judgments and impervious to the confines of societal norms. The corset, a symbol of oppression, held no sway over her wild and untamed spirit. It was but a trivial obstacle in her pursuit of personal freedom.

She continued her hurried sprint, stealing glimpses of her father's quizzical expression as he sipped tea in his office. Celena offered him a quick smile and wave before shifting her attention to her mischievous white-headed brother, who found her antics amusing. In response to his amusement, she defiantly extended her middle finger, momentarily perplexing him before he shot her a questioning gaze.

At last, she reached the imposing oak front doors, clutching a section of her mandala-patterned dress tightly to her chest. With a burst of determination, she delivered a swift kick, sending the doors flying open and startling anyone who happened to be on the other side. Several guards swiftly joined the chase, but Celena was determined to evade capture. She made her hasty escape through the gates, paying no heed to the grand statues lining the path or the intricate stone walkway leading to the Greenhouse. Her mother's frantic screams gradually faded into the distance as she disappeared into the world.

Once she had distanced herself from the pursuing hands, Celena gradually slowed her pace, allowing herself to absorb the vibrant sights of her new surroundings. She found herself standing in the heart of a lively city, its marketplace abuzz with activity and brimming with diverse characters. The curious glances of the people around her and the murmurs of gossip only added to the allure of the place. How could they not notice her? Her disheveled appearance after the wild chase and her untamed hair was hard to miss. She took a moment to compose herself, smoothing her skirt and adjusting her disarrayed attire before venturing further.

As she explored the city, Celena couldn't help but overhear faint whispers and rumors circulating among the citizens. Stories of mysterious occurrences filled the air, tales of sparkling golden specks of light that danced in the night, and whispers of shadowy figures taking shape. The city seemed to be enveloped in an atmosphere of intrigue, where ancient traditions harmonized with modern technology in a captivating fusion.

These rumors, though often dismissed as mere superstition, piqued Celena's interest. She had always been captivated by tales of magic and enchantment, and the mention of these peculiar phenomena sparked a glimmer of excitement within her. Could there be hidden depths to this city, veiled by a façade of everyday life? The possibility lingered in her thoughts, igniting a sense of adventure that beckoned her forward.

Amidst the lively marketplace, where colors dazzled, scents enticed, and conversations intertwined, Celena couldn't shake the nagging feeling of being observed. Her sharp gaze scanned the bustling surroundings, searching for the source of her unease.

"What on earth is going on?" she murmured under her breath, her eyes locking onto a figure with pale patterned wings and a guy donning an elaborate female fairy costume. Yes, you read that right—a genuine fairy outfit. The young man, with his blond hair and sunset-hued eyes, seemed to be in desperate need of assistance as he concealed himself beside a tree.

She couldn't help but stifle a laugh, her hand covering her mouth, though a few giggles escaped. 'What the actual...? Is this some kind of fetish or a guy going all out with a fairy costume?' Celena thought, her amusement battling against the need to be respectful. She knew she shouldn't judge, even if it seemed utterly insane.

However, before she could fully process the peculiar scene, the wings on the guy's back fluttered, and in a blink, he vanished, replaced by a girl in the same enchanting attire. Her once-blond hair had transformed into a vibrant green bob, and her eyes shimmered with a captivating crimson hue, still holding that pleading look. Celena felt a surge of curiosity, ready to approach her when a sudden snap of a twig echoed nearby. Panic gripped the fairy-dressed woman, and she darted off, her frantic footsteps mirroring Celena's racing heart. It became clear why she was fleeing—the chilling reality of hunters pursuing her.

Scanning her surroundings for a makeshift weapon, Celena fished out two gold coins she managed to grab while escaping from her mom and hurriedly made her way to a booth selling metals. wrinkling her nose when inhaling metallic odor permeating through the air. Without hesitation, she snatched a sturdy pan and flung the coins at the vendor, making a quick getaway towards the fleeing fairy man-woman. As she glanced back at the bewildered vendor, she waved him goodbye and saluted, muttering

"Keep the change, buddy. Time to be a hero in this crazy, magical city."

''what change?!''

'oops..'

Celena mumbled, realizing her mistake. The man she had taken the pan from was now yelling at her for not paying the two silver coins she owed. Ignoring his complaints, she hurried away, her frantic footsteps echoing on the cemented road, determined to reach the safety of the forest.

"Two gold coins and two silver for a pan? That's so ridiculously expensive! It must be a scam,"

 Celena muttered to herself, frustrated with the exorbitant price she had unknowingly paid. She weaved her way through the dense forest, realizing she had gotten lost along the way. But her focus shifted when she heard cries for help echoing through the trees.

Following the desperate pleas, Celena spotted the fairy once again, held captive by a burly man. Three of them stood menacingly, unaware of her presence. She tightened her grip on the pan, trying to steady her breathing, and activated her invisibility. Moving swiftly, she delivered a swift strike with the pan, knocking the man holding the fairy unconscious. With the main threat eliminated, she swiftly overpowered the remaining captors with her bold and agile movements. Grabbing the fairy's wrist, Celena ran through the forest, not stopping until they reached the town. Taking a moment to catch their breath, they slipped into an alley to hide until it was safe to emerge once again.