Anyone who saw the two of them as they walked out of the store, especially given the bunny-girl’s scantily-clad appearance, knew exactly what was going on. As Souma was already quite familiar with, services such as this one were exceedingly common in the city. In fact, the actual politicians and government bureaucrats who took care of the daily administration gained prestige and standing among their peers based on how large, varied, and well-trained their personal harems of girls were. So when a cat-boy was seen walking down the street with a brunette bunny-girl wearing a very thin, black, frilly maid outfit?<br/><br/>No one’s imagination really need any help. Souma knew that, too; of course he did. So instead of purring at the sight of her shaking ass when she teased him with it, or instead of ordering her to do something the moment they stepped foot back onto the sun-warmed cobblestone street, he just smiled and gestured down the road.<br/><br/>“I’m practically next door,” he said, and led her—her maid cart and all—to the two-storage, stone cottage that represented his life’s work up to this point. Just like when he left it not too long ago, the windows were as grimy as ever, and the sills were just as dusty. If he squinted<em>just</em>right, he could even make out the equally grimy and unattractive countertop on the other side of his shoddy, dilapitadated door. In fact, the whole thing looked like it could fall off its hinges in a good wind storm.<br/><br/>Once they reached that very same door, Souma pushed it open and stepped inside. As if he were some sort of—he shuddered to think the term—<em>gentleman</em>, he held it open for his brunette bunny-maid and only closed it once she was comfortable past the threshold. He locked the door a moment later, and turned around to put his back to it.<br/><br/>“So we’ve got quite the job ahead of us,” he purred, as if excited by the task at hand, and unfurled his tail from around his waist. It flicked back and forth once, then twice, against the flat of the door. “Why don’t you start on the windows and toss me a rag so I can start wiping down the counter top?”<br/><br/>Then, he pointed to the left side of the hall accessible from behind the counter. “You can get water from in there, the pump out back is, I think, still broken.”<br/><br/>Like a sad, deflated kitten, his tail even drooped at the idea. Why wouldn’t it? For such an honest, upstanding business, it just meant another expense before he could get started on work.<br/><br/>“Any questions?” He asked, his tone perking right back up with the same resilience he had in his youth. “You look a little confused.”<br/><br/>He bet she did, anyway!