Anya's words immediately drew the attention of the other three people in the shop.
Syr, who was still tugging at clothes with Lunoire, stiffened sharply at the name. Panic flashed through her eyes, and she instinctively tried to hide behind a clothing rack.
"Oh, it really is Lord Haimo, meow!"
Chloe poked her head out too, following Anya's gaze.
"Well, this really is a coincidence."
"Hey, hey, Ryu! Come take a look, meow!"
Anya turned toward the elf, who was still huddled in the changing room with a death grip on her hem. Her eyes rolled, and a brilliant idea instantly popped into her head.
"Since Lord Haimo is right outside, meow!"
"I'll call him in right now, so the first thing he sees will be Ryu dressed like this!"
"I'm sure it'll be a lovely surprise for him, meow!"
With that said.
The foolish cat girl, who had absolutely no idea how to read the room, had already turned and placed her hand on the glass door's handle, ready to shout outside at the top of her lungs.
"Lord-"
However.
Anya had barely gotten a single syllable of her call out.
Then came a sound.
A muffled bang suddenly rang through the air, like something heavy had crushed the floor in an instant.
The next second.
Under Chloe's gaze, her pupils abruptly contracting.
A powerful gust swept straight out of the changing room, sending even a whole row of hanging clothes flapping wildly.
Whoosh-
Ryu, who had been agonizing over her skirt's length in the changing room a second earlier, was at the entrance the next.
Not a trace of shyness remained on her delicate face.
Her eyes were filled with reckless resolve!
"Mmph-!"
Anya saw only a flash of white before a hand clamped firmly over her mouth,