"Have the housekeeping department prepare some food and also some suitable clothing."
In the room, the Little Beastman sat on the floor wrapped in a towel.
Although she held a cup of hot tea in her hands, she remained alert, watching the person in front of her who had effortlessly subdued her... It seemed like they were trying to communicate in the language of her hometown to ensure she understood.
The Maid, who once had a part-time job as a top world-class mysterious fashion designer, naturally had a good grasp of measurements and nodded upon hearing this, almost not needing to take any measurements - since she had already estimated it at a glance.
The size was A.
So the Maid walked slowly to the phone, dialing the room service number - surprisingly, it was Mr. Chen who answered.
Truly dedicated.
"May I help you with anything?"
"Can you help prepare some clothes?"
