"Yes, yes, I completely understand!" Marina knew in an instant that she was the only person she could rely on.
"Now, do as I say," Mendoza comforted her, "Don't be afraid, they are here to help you take a bath. That's the rule here."
Marina suppressed her fear and reluctantly nodded to show her obedience.
"I will wait for you outside the door." Mendoza then said something that scared her. "Please take off your clothes yourself. Believe me, your refusal will not be of any use. Try to comply with what they do.
.This will make you feel better."
Marina regarded this as advice from someone who had experienced it, but the meaning contained in it made her aware of the humiliation she would suffer next. With tears in her eyes, she nodded silently.
Mendoza disappeared behind the door, and four maids surrounded her. One of them threw a rattan basket at her feet, pointed at the basket and said something. She guessed that she wanted her to take off her clothes and put them in the basket.
, obviously, if she didn't want to take off her clothes, they would strip her naked immediately without any care.
Even though she is of the same sex, Marina has never had the experience of taking off her clothes in front of women. When bathing in the monastery, they "female students" would put on a large cotton burqa, take off their clothes under the burqa, and then put on the blouse.
After entering the bathtub, everyone washes themselves under the burqa. Except for the face and neck, absolutely no one can see any nakedness about themselves or others.
It was obvious that the pirates did not intend to provide a burqa, and although she had made up her mind to follow Miss Mendoza's advice, she could not take off her clothes by herself: the luxurious clothes could only be put on by the help of the maid, and she was alone.
It can't be taken off no matter what.
The four maids obviously couldn't hold themselves back, and they immediately began to take off her clothes: the movements were rough and powerful. Marina struggled slightly and stopped moving, letting them manipulate her, silently thinking about what she had read in her heart.
The martyred saints pray that they can endure all suffering.
After all the clothes were taken off, Marina noticed a look of surprise and disdain on the maid's face. Then she was taken to the bathroom and sat down on a wooden stool. A maid began to untie her hair.
Obviously, just like taking off her clothes, the pirate maids were not familiar with European hairstyles, so they had to rely on brute force to pull and pull, which made Marina almost cry out of pain. It was not easy to completely untie her long, thick hair.
For a moment, the maids had a look of disgust on their faces. One of the maids got a bucket of hot water and poured it down, followed by a large piece of soap. Then they used something sharp and hard to brush her hair. It was obvious that
, which can get rid of head fleas.
Hot water, soap, and a comb that stung her scalp repeatedly tossed her hair, and Marina endured it with a martyr's determination.
Then they began to torture her body with hot water soap and a rough and elastic object. She was roughly pressed down on the stool and even tossed over and over, rinsed, washed and brushed.
The soapy water saturated with dirt flows on the white floor tiles like gray streams.
Finally, when she was almost passed out from the heat and rough bathing, the weird bathing was finally over. The maids wiped her body with an incredibly soft fabric and sucked her dry in an instant.
Moisture on the skin.
The maids looked at her body carefully, as if appraising their work performance. Finally, they were satisfied and covered her with a piece of white soft fabric.
Then the door opened and Miss Mendoza came in.
Her expression seemed very apologetic. She walked up to her and stopped, looking at her carefully.
"Please take off the towel," she said.
She ducked back for a moment, then put down the towel wrapped around her hesitantly. Her body was fully exposed. She was completely naked. She had been tightly wrapped and guarded for more than ten years. Even she herself had never seen her body well.
parts are truly revealed.
Now all the dirty dirt has been washed away, and the layered clothes have disappeared. The figure of this Spanish lady does not look bad. She is not tall, and her figure is not toned. She is obviously not a girl who exercises regularly. Obviously,
It is impossible for girls in this time and space to realize the importance of body shape.
Miss Mendoza walked to another wooden cabinet on the wall and opened one. There was a row of coats hung tightly inside. They looked very soft and luxurious. She pulled them out. They were robes.
She took out one piece and handed it over. Marina took it hesitantly. The material was soft and fine, and seemed to be made of the best cotton.
"You put this on."
Mendoza spent a few minutes teaching her to put on a bra and underwear, and then put her into a short-sleeved blue dress. This was a summer outfit commonly worn by senior naturalized female workers, with the skirt reaching to the knees.
The next point is made of Songjiang cotton. The style is extremely simple. In addition to the buttons on the back, the accessory is an adjustable waist and bust belt. She tied up Marina's thick long hair with a hair tie.
"Your hair is so beautiful," Miss Mendoza praised.
Marina felt that she was dressed like a slave, maybe she was a slave now. Short-sleeved clothes were okay, but clothes that exposed her calves unscrupulously, even a prostitute would not wear it like this.
With her calves and feet bare and her arms exposed, she felt a shudder, as if she were naked. She was enveloped in a huge depression, and silently put on the espadrilles prepared for her.
"Come on, come here." Mendoza said gently, taking her out of "Alibaba's bathroom".
Marina, whose will was on the verge of collapse, was taken to the "special room" of the quarantine camp, which was on the second floor of the small building where she had just taken a bath. This yard was prepared for prisoners and "guests" with special status. Here you can enjoy
Special treatment for individual “purification”.
"This is your room," Mendoza said. "You will stay here until the latest order."
The room is small, with white painted walls and wooden floors. The furniture is very simple: a small bed, a cabinet, a round table and four chairs. The room is spotless, without any clutter. Marina feels that this house is a bit like a Spanish house.
The inn is just much brighter and cleaner.
The window was open, but outside was a cage covered with iron gauze, which seemed to remind her that this was not an inn, but a place where she was imprisoned and awaiting her fate.
"Can you return my luggage and clothes?" She tried to make a request, testing Mendoza's bottom line. She sympathized with her. She was not an indifferent person who rejected people thousands of miles away. Here, she
Probably the only person she could deal with who had good intentions. She said, "Look, there's nothing here but sheets and stalls."
"Your luggage is the trophy of the Senate, but I think it is okay to return some of the clothes." Mendoza said politely, "I will definitely find a way." She touched her shoulder to reassure her.
Everything now troubled her. Her mind was like a mess. Miss Mendoza calmed down in the chair. "Let me make you a cup of tea," she said.
"What is tea?"
"A Chinese drink, similar to, well... similar to yerba mate."
She knew about yerba mate, but few people drank it in Mexico City. It came from the remote La Plata district, and only the Jesuit priests drank it.
Marina's eyes scanned the entire house, and the appearance of each object made her feel confused - she knew what it was, but they were different from anything of the same kind she had ever seen.
From a certain point of view, these furniture items are all shockingly simple. There is almost no decoration, no painting or sculpture, and they seem to be the products of the poorest carpenters simply pieced together from wood. But when they are placed there, they are...
It is so coordinated and beautiful. Every edge of the furniture is neat and every angle is completely consistent. The surface of the wood is smooth and delicate, revealing the beautiful wood grain. The simplicity not only does not damage their texture, but adds a special
of beauty.
Mendoza brought her tea using Chinese porcelain! Beautiful blue flowers and plants were painted on the delicate porcelain, which was crystal white and as white as snow. The slight yellow of Chinese tea reflected through the thin porcelain wall.
A soft glow.
A piece of snow-white square candy is placed on the plate, so delicate that it is difficult to take it away.
The tea is black tea made from Lingao-fermented Fujian tea and served with sugar cubes. This tea-drinking method is a consumption method that the trade department has been trying to promote to Europeans recently in order to export two bulk commodities at the same time.
She carefully picked up the plate, put in a small piece of sugar according to Mendoza's instructions, and stirred it gently with a teaspoon.
The sweet tea calmed her mind, and she noticed the cross pendant around Mendoza's neck - this was another item from the old time and space besides the bikini she was wearing.
"You are a believer in the Lord." She said happily.
"Yes." Mendoza nodded.
"This is great!" Marina's mood suddenly improved a lot. If she were a converted pagan, it would be terrible. These people are more feared and hated than real pagans.
"Are you Spanish?"
"No, I'm Venezuelan," Mendoza said habitually.
"Oh, you are not a Peninsular."
Mendoza took a moment to react to this word. By the way, there is no country Venezuela in this time and space, only the Venezuelan Province of New Spain.
"Yes, I am not a Peninsular. I was born in Venezuela." She hesitated for a moment and wondered whether she should be called a "Messotis" or a "Crivao"?
"Why are you here? What is this place?" Marina asked eagerly.