Was there any difference between a maid café and an upscale hostess club? Sogo Doma thought it over carefully, and there really fucking was. Once you picked a hostess at an upscale club, she belonged exclusively to you for that day. But at a maid café... every customer who walked in was a maid's Master-sama!
If that was the basis for his deduction, then what gay had just said meant...
Sogo Doma instantly understood what he needed to say to soothe him. "Gay, don't get so worked up. As the saying goes, you get what you pay for. The service at upscale hostess clubs may be far better than at maid cafés, but they're also much more expensive..."
"Bastard, what nonsense are you spouting? Maids represent a culture! How can you compare them to filthy money..." Unfortunately, Kotaro Katsura did not feel comforted in the slightest. He became even more agitated.
"Filthy money?" Sogo Doma had no patience for someone who ate from the bowl and then cursed the cook. "Since you think money is filthy, gay, give back the twenty million yen I just gave you. Or how about taking me to a maid café where I don't have to spend any money?"
"Isn't it just twenty million?" As soon as those words fell, Kotaro Katsura gritted his teeth. "Sogo, I always believed the friendship between us wouldn't be sullied by money. You..."
"Gay, are you sure there's any friendship between us?" Sogo Doma thought that talking about feelings was far too expensive. Although money had become little more than numbers to him at this point, being able to threaten someone with something that meant nothing to him felt incredibly satisfying!
"Sogo, have you forgotten the scene of our first meeting?" Kotaro Katsura, a hero brought low by a