She came tsuka tsuka toward me with my thing still out.
"Lord Robbie Merry, no, forgive me. Lord Marie, if there is a maid you like, please order it."
she whispered in my ear. I understood, but your hand seems ready to hit my thing. If the small one becomes a grown one what will you do?
"If I order, what happens?"
"Of course you may do as you like."
The air of the room was tense. They were listening for what I would say. The hand, the maid in front of me's hand, a little more.
"Anyone is all right?"
"Yes. Of course. If there is no maid here you like I will call other maids."
There is no need to go that far. Why do they go this far? I still feel they are trying to take me in on the women's line.
"Then I ask you."
The maid in front of me, from the air, would be the organizer of the maids present. Organizer I say, and still mid-twenties? Still a young person. Among my targets, tohoho.
"M-m-me!?"
The maid raised a wild voice.
"No. If it is no good that is fine."
