Every man in the world needed his priorities, Souma learned that from his father. Naturally, as Souma too vividly remembered, his father’s priorities were collecting as many attractive cat-girls who salivated over the sight of him as he possibly could. Of course, his father was only mildly successful in tat pursuit, but he was<em>happy.</em><br/><br/>It also just so happened that Souma thought his father was a great man.<br/><br/>So when he stepped out into the street, with the town square nearby along with all of the hustle and bustle that it brought, he got himself quickly oriented. From what he could remember about the city, things like a piercing gun and a tattooing gun were hard to come by—or he was just an imbecile. However, one thing that caught his immediate attention, the<em>important</em>thing, was where he could get high-quality, well-trained maid girls.<br/><br/>For a man with a fair bit of coin in his proverbial pocket, this was a critical fact. Even more importantly, it had played into his decision about which storefront he would work to completely legally acquire with no underhanded deals whatsoever! In hindsight, he had hit what must have been the jackpot.<br/><br/>A mere twenty feet down the street was the front for one of the better agencies in the city. It had to be, of course, to get a place so close to the town square—that was Souma’s hope, anyway. Being too focused on other matters, he didn’t really go in and personally investigate before he left.<br/><br/>The sound of his tall, brown boots clicking against the cobblestone street beneath him joined the dull roar of the city. He felt the hair on his skin stand up under the warm sunlight, and his cold, exposed chest welcomed the heat from the short walk. Even upstairs in his stone cottage, he put his personal bed—extra large, naturally—up against the window that got the best sunlight in the morning. Who didn’t love to wake up warm?<br/><br/>In no time at all, he was staring at the immaculately clean windows of the maid service storefront. Souma flashed a quick smile, which the pristine glass  reflected back at him without a hint of imperfection—in his face, of course. The best gift his family ever got him.<br/><br/>His hand wrapped around the polished handle and pushed the door open, and he immediately broke into a warm, inviting smile.<br/><br/>“Anyone have time for another customer?”