As a hotel receptionist, the girl had encountered similar situations before.
A group of middle-aged female mages would check in with a gigolo to play poker, and later a rescue squad would carry the gigolo out.
She suddenly started to feel sorry for the black-haired boy in front of her.
She hoped he'd survive until tomorrow morning.
"How many rooms would you like?"
Despite many XXOO thoughts flashing through her mind, the receptionist politely asked.
The magical girl glanced around.
"Do you have rooms available now? We're planning to stay for about a week."
The receptionist's gaze turned to the magical girl, seemingly waiting for a signal.
At the Fa Tower, a mage girl gives me a look, I can sort out the room number and let you have first dibs on the black-haired boy.
Having stayed in the Fa Tower continuously and always rooming alone, the magic girl didn't understand that kind of look.
