Dimensional Descent

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Leonel sighed.

All things considered, this sort of place really was the best to use to gather information. A gathering of noble and rich people, all a little too drunk to always act in their best judgment, this was the perfect place.

'Forgive me Aina, this is for the greater good, I swear.'

Leonel stripped and began to put on his uniform. When he saw what it was, he sighed a breath of relief. At least it wasn't too outrageous. He had been expecting the worst—skin-tight speedos, oil, and maybe a pair of bunny ears for himself, the works. Luckily, it wasn't that exaggerated.

The pants were a pair of dress pants. Though they were a bit tight, it wasn't too bad. Leonel was just surprised that they actually had a set tall enough for him.

The shoes matched the pants quite well. Leonel slipped them on and then clipped on the suspenders to the pants. As for the shirt…

'I knew it was too good to be true.'

Leonel looked up toward the ceiling. There was no shirt.

Leonel weakly put on the bowtie, his eyes threatening to flood with tears. Then, without a choice, he stepped outside.

making matters worse. With this moisture clinging to him now, he might as well

who woulda thought. You actually had quite the frame under

Leonel's appearance, nodding to himself. While he spoke, several of the female cooks couldn't help

even be considered to be quite slender. He truly did have a lethal attraction to a certain demographic, and it only made

to respond, another bunny

still clamoring. You said the newbie

Leonel on the back, nearly sending him sprawling

Don't eat him up before he gets up

when she saw Leonel, eyeing him up and down. Her hand even had the audacity to reach for his

you let me touch I would have given you a taste, too bad. Alright, come, they're

only speechlessly follow. He had been about to get angry at the bunny girl, but she moved on so quickly that he couldn't even ramp up a

sensory information. The first floor was quite bustling. Waiters dressed in skimpy clothing glided in and out of the kitchen, customers shouting out their orders or demands, and in the background, an odd music that seemed a cross between rock, jazz and

In fact, the only women were the waiters and all the customers seemed to be men. However, as Leonel traveled up the stairs, he could see more female customers, usually hidden behind

was a bit baffled that

VIP room three.

kicked into the room. He even felt that it was a bit of payback for snubbing her earlier, something that was confirmed when

forgive you. My name is Amerie,

as Leonel turned his attention to the room before