Hoping for that classic "looks dirty but tastes great" scenario, I pulled Stevie by the hand and entered the shop.
"No, stop! Hey, please! Ah, no! I don't want to!"
If I wrote this down, it would sound like I was sexually harassing Stevie, but in reality, these were the words she cried out as I dragged her into the shop.
"Stevie! If you keep resisting so much, I'll order you to serve me at night next time!"
"Eh!?"
Stevie froze instantly. She covered her mouth with both hands, eyes wide open in shock. Thanks to that, I was able to drag her inside without further resistance.
However—
"Night service!?"
"Wow, he said night service. Who the hell is that kid?"
"Saying something like that to his servant right in front of the shop, that's wild!"
"Is that young master into boys?"
"With such a pretty girl, I guess gender doesn't matter."
