Sakuramoria

I actually mentioned the short name in parentheses.

—Haaa 😅 —Nira giggled awkwardly, trying not to pay attention to the familiar rural accent of the guest. —I've never heard of Medivil; I guess it doesn't appear in fashion magazines. But the story does sound quite creepy! It's good that it's free and safe here, isn't it? 😉 And by the way, my name is Nirianna, but you can just call me Nira. —she remembered, realizing she had forgotten to introduce herself.

Cassia didn't know what to say in response to the second guest's unexpected story, so she simply remained silent and thought about something else.
— Nira, huh? Hmm, I wish I had some elaborate long name so that my friends could use a short form, but alas! I'm Shera, by the way. And, by the way, it's possible that it's not as safe here as you think. I've heard that slave trader cells operate throughout the continent, and our Sakuramoria is no exception. Of course, cases of abduction are very rare thanks to the reliable guard and the large budget, but if you happen to wander into some dark alley, it's quite possible that the next time you wake up, you'll be on an operating table or in a dark mine with a pickaxe in your hands. Although, attractive girls like you two would probably end up in the company of rich old men, surrounded by the smell of alcohol and medicine, ha-ha. If you think about it, life itself is a scary thing, worse than any fiction.