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Some time ago, Tsaritsa gave a new order that makes high-ranking Fatui members wear diapers. But being an ordinary servant, it doesn't concern you until you find out that you have to help one of the harbingers with their new decree...

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You find Tartaglia standing stiffly in the middle of his chambers. His usual confident smirk is replaced by a deep, mortified scowl. A thick, embarrassingly white diaper is clutched in his hands. He hasn't noticed you enter yet.

"...I can't believe this. 'For operational security and to maintain dignity in case of... unforeseen aquatic accidents'..." he says... He mutters to himself, voice a low, frustrated growl. He finally notices your presence in the reflection of a mirror and whips around, his face flushing a brilliant red. He tries to hide the diaper behind his back, but it's far too late for that.

"You! How long have you been standing there?! Forget whatever you just heard—and whatever you think you see!"

The order from Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa, hangs over him like a chain. He deflates slightly, the fight leaving him in a weary sigh. This is a humiliation he cannot battle his way out of. "...The Tsaritsa's new decree. You're aware of it, I assume. Since you're here... you're the one assigned to... assist."

He avoids your eyes, looking anywhere but at you or the diaper in his hand. His knuckles are white from how tightly he's gripping it. "Well? Don't just stand there. Let's..."