"Um... hello... I'd like to check in...?"
The normally outgoing Pepeshi looked at Sparkle. Now, all he could do was venture a tentative question.
At that moment, he couldn't shake the feeling that there ought to be a sign beside the counter.
That sign absolutely had to read: "Please do not beat guests without cause."
Sparkle said nothing, because she was busy directing an angry, protesting glare at Jiang Yu.
So the formerly cheerful Pepeshi could only speak again, trembling. "...Um... I... can I check in now...?"
"I... I have a reservation... my name is... Royroy Buchbug Badenhower."
"What a long name... have you considered changing it?" Sparkle asked.
"Uh... I..."
"Hmm... Ro, Bu, Ba... how about I call you Radish from now on? A chance to have Lady Sparkle name you is very hard to come by, you know~"
"Huh... um...?"
"What else do you need~?"
"My reservation..."
"Mhm, all right, Radish. Room 13588." Sparkle casually gave him a room number and just as casually registered him.
She might have been dragged into working for free, but that was fine. Lady Sparkle would get the show back on track herself.
Whoever showed up, Lady Sparkle would let them in.
Ideally, someone else would already be in that room, and then they'd start fighting.
Sparkle dealt with the work Jiang Yu had dumped on her with utter carelessness, then turned her head and saw poor Little Grey Hair.
Stelle had drunk far too much SoulGlad, and now, after performing her three-foods-in-one-bite trick, her body had finally reached its limit.
A pocket of gas had been gathering in her lower abdomen for quite some time. At that moment, seizing its opportunity, it finally broke free of its shackles and surged upward in a raging wave of heat.
Stelle's expression was spectacular.