I glanced at the clothes hanging up; almost all had the same pattern, but the prices varied from the most expensive to the cheapest.
"I give up; I can't tell these things apart; they look similar, but why are they so expensive?"
"That's how it is; the longer the clothes are here, the more the price will increase."
"In other words..."
"This expensive one has been in this shop since last year."
"You set the price like that?"
"This is our sales tactic."
"Don't say it with such pride," I said flatly.
Ignoring how they priced it, I glanced at the confused Jessica.
"I don't know which one to wear?"
"What if your boyfriend chooses?" said the girl with glasses.
"Aaah, I'm not her lover; she's my master."
"Your relationship is master and slave? Could it be..."
"Stop it, don't connect things with that."
I glanced in the other direction and found a kimono neatly hung there with wide sleeves. If I'm correct, it was called Furisode.