"Have the housekeeping department prepare some food, along with some suitable clothes."
Inside the room, the little beastkin was wrapped in a bath towel and sitting on the floor.
Although she held a cup of hot tea in her hands, she still warily watched the fellow who had subdued her with ease... Perhaps so she could understand them, they had been speaking in her homeland's language ever since.
Maid Miss had once moonlighted as a world-class mysterious fashion designer, so judging measurements came naturally to her. She nodded at that and hardly needed to measure her at all—she had already estimated them by sight.
That was a definite yes.
Maid Miss then slowly walked over to the telephone and dialed the room-service number. Unexpectedly, the person who answered was Chen Peter.
He really was giving it his all.
"May I ask what I can help you with?"
"Could you prepare some clothes?"
"Of course... Clothes?" Chen Peter, who had been waiting in the housekeeping department by the phone line for this suite, was slightly taken aback. Hearing the woman beside Young Master Qiu, he asked curiously, "May I ask what kind of clothes you need?"
"Hmm, do you have a women's sailor uniform? As small a size as possible. And underwear as well... Would that be possible?"
"Of course! They'll be delivered to your room shortly." Chen Peter hurriedly agreed, and the call ended at that moment.
Chen Peter quickly went to order people to prepare the clothes.
However, as he went, he couldn't help feeling puzzled. That lady had excellent proportions. If she wore a smaller size, wouldn't it seem... rather suggestive?
"Could Young Master Qiu actually have some unusual preferences...?"
Chen Peter muttered to himself. He wondered whether he should send this information to Miss Sakura on the