When most people saw black stockings, their reaction was to take another look. But when Heath saw these black stockings, he wished he had never witnessed the sight before him: a Machamp wearing black stockings and a maid outfit. That muscular physique paired with black stockings and a maid outfit was practically a lethal blow. Heath, at least, found it a little hard to accept. The sight was simply too much of an eyesore. What was more, this Machamp had incredibly developed muscles, with forearms nearly as thick as Heath's thighs, so the maid outfit looked very small on it, and even stretched tight. A perfectly good black-stocking maid outfit had been forcibly turned into a bodysuit.
Even the Kirlia in charge of greeting customers froze for several seconds at the sight. May sucked in such a huge breath that Heath actually worried she might choke on it. Even the normally composed Kailunya beside them blinked, looking so stunned that it was rather funny.
After all, Kailunya was usually extremely composed. Even when she had done that earlier, then muddled his sense of time so that he provided false evidence for her, she had remained perfectly calm. Seeing her make an expression like this now really was rather unexpected.
"Roar, roar!" Unexpectedly, however, this Machamp was very polite. It first pressed its four hands together and bowed, then pressed something hanging around its neck, and a recorded message played.
"Hello, we're staff from the maid restaurant. We'd like to hand out a flyer here for you. If you mind, we'll leave immediately." It was an extremely sweet female voice. Heath's mouth twitched. A Machamp? A maid? Why did Heath keep feeling that Machamp and maids did not go together very well? Still, he now understood what this Machamp had come