[Monts sighs in return. Well, she said it, so she better own it.]

Well, it's not like I wanted to save up those extra tips I got or anything.

[But she shall proceed. It doesn't take her long to return from the alleyway full of suspicious vending machines to come back with a stack of magazines. Maid, cat ears, maids with cat ears, swimsuits, maids with cat ears in swimsuits...]

Alright. Got 'em. Now as for a room, we could probably just ask one of the businesses to give us one of their backrooms with a closet we can trap him in. Could you do that part and I'll set up the mags?