"You went out without shoes on again?"
"Why did I get the feeling you were the boss?"
"And don't try that routine on me. I'm the boss, so show some respect."
"Just as I thought. You're lucky to have met me, your boss. You must have saved the universe in a past life."
Chaos started by grumbling, then grew impatient, became self-righteous, and finally turned inexplicably conceited.
The shift was so sudden that most people couldn't keep up with his train of thought.
Still, he spoiled his subordinates.
The ground by Baccarat's feet turned to gold, and a pair of exquisite, elegant high heels appeared.
They fit perfectly when Baccarat put them on.
Judging by how practiced the two of them looked, this clearly wasn't the first time.
And it wasn't.
For some reason, over the past seven years, Baccarat had gotten into the habit of going out without shoes. That was fine if she didn't run into Chaos, but whenever she did, she'd take the chance to get a new pair of high heels.
It was easy, after all.
There were also Enel's lightning heels, Old Sand's sand heels, Stussy's cloud heels, and Caesar's gas heels. Whoever happened to be around was fair game.
She had no shame.
Betty often teased her for developing some kind of strange fetish.
And for passing it on to the others.
It was downright disgusting.
The result was that the two women often ended up fighting, causing mountains to crumble and the skies to darken.
Come to think of it, things had gotten strange over the years.
Of everyone, Baccarat had let loose the most.
Seven years ago, she'd never have been so shameless.
Back then, she'd mostly relied on her seductive charm.
Now, she had no shame at all. She said whatever