Dorothy sat in the Taishi chair brought by the witches, a hard seat feeling both familiar and foreign beneath her.
In the witches' homes, the chairs are preferred to be soft sofas made of various leather, especially those made of Sub-Dragon Skin and even True Dragon Skin. Sitting on them is particularly soft and comfortable, making one feel wrapped up, like sitting on a cloud.
Having sat on such soft sofas for a long time, sitting on this hard wooden chair again felt a bit uncomfortable, but after adjusting her posture with practiced ease, she was somewhat nostalgic.
Yes, this is the feeling; it's just like the wooden chair bought for fifty bucks in the market in my past life.
"Alas, the evil witch bourgeois hedonism has ultimately corrupted me. I'm impure, I'm guilty."
Thus, Dorothy reflected on herself, yet despite her reflection, she actually wished she could add a cushion if she could.
