Villain Retirement

"Uh… I did turn the open sign around, right?"

"You did."

"So…

…why is no one coming in!?"

A day after the restaurant's oddly random encounter with the drunkards, Liza, Esme, and Miss Pepondosovich were currently outside, carrying bright smiles on their faces at everyone who was passing by their luxurious establishment. They have officially opened up the restaurant a few hours ago…

…and yet not even a single person entered or even decided to inquire.

There are a lot of people looking and glancing, but they ultimately just pass by them.

"I… I knew it…" Liza could not help but clasp her head as she looked inside the restaurant, "...The place looks too expensive."

"Those drunks from the other day did not seem to think so," Miss Pepondosovich let out a small chuckle as she looked at Liza — no, with the difference between their height, and with Liza beside her, Miss Pepondosovich could not really see Liza's face as it was blocked by her two humongous melons,

"Those things are more trouble than they're worth."

"What is…?" Liza slightly leaned forward to see where Miss Pepondosovich was looking, "Oh… they're not that large."

"Trust me, even the gods would disagree," Miss Pepondosovich scoffed, "Those aren't just large, they are massive — how does your back not even hurt? And those things should be soggy by now!"

"...I've always used my wind abilities to instinctively keep them afloat," Liza shrugged, "That's why I always wear baggy clothes."

"Why are we talking about Miss Liza's breasts?" Esme, who had just been quietly standing there with them like a guard, finally joined in on the conversation as she saw Liza once again grabbing her extremely large breasts, "Perhaps we should talk about Miss Pepondosovich's breasts once in a while? But then…

…I suppose there is nothing to talk about."

"Wh…" Liza's eyes widened in shock as she was completely at a loss for words.

"What in—" Miss Pepondosovich quickly turned to look up at Esme, "I am starting to like you better when you were much more robotic! And you also don't have breasts!"

"I believe mine would be considered normal size actually, Miss Pepondosovich," Esme shook her head, "It just looks small because of how tall I am compared to the rest of you."

"Hm, it's true…" Liza squinted her eyes.

"Am I seriously being made fun of by children right now?" Miss Pepondosovich pointed at Esme and Liza, "The two of you—Hello, would you like a table for two?"

Both Liza and Esme wondered about the sudden shift of Miss Pepondosovich's tone, but soon, Liza also smiled as she turned her head toward the two people approaching their restaurant — finally, the two thought. As for Esme, she did not really know what to do and just curtsied like the proper princess that she was.

"Is this the new restaurant…?"

"Yes, we just opened today!" Liza answered brightly as she smiled at the unusually beautiful couple. And true enough, the two were wearing a coat and tie — the expected demographic of their restaurant, even the woman who asked them the question was wearing a coat and tie.

"Are you sure this is a restaurant…?" The woman's companion whispered to his friend, "It… looks like a dubious establishment."

"...Dubious?" Miss Pepondosovich's bunny ears twitched as soon as she heard the man's words, "What do you mean by dubious…?"

"That…" The man could really only awkwardly back away as his eyes darted to the three ladies. One cute tiny person with rabbit ears, an abnormally tall woman, and the last one was a woman with probably the biggest breasts he had ever seen in his life, all in front of a luxurious establishment and beautiful in their own right,

"...I thought this was a brothel."

"A… what!?" Miss Pepondosovich screamed, "You—wait…" Miss Pepondosovich wanted to say a lot of words, but then realized something,

"...Is this why no one's entering the restaurant? Because they thought we were selling flesh!?"

"You have to forgive my partner, he's… missing a few in the head," the woman lightly hit her companion on the back of his head before letting out a sigh, "Can we come in?"

"Of course, of course! You guys help them find their seats, I'll tell Riri we have our first customers!" Miss Pepondosovich then quickly turned around and entered the restaurant, almost leaping in joy as she tried to find Riley, who was just calmly playing the piano inside,

"Riri! We have customers!"

"Hm…?" Riley immediately stopped playing the piano as he leaned to the side to look at the couple entering the restaurant. And as soon as he saw them, he let out a tiny sigh and just kept on playing.

"...Riri? Are you not going to welcome them?" Miss Pepondosovich squinted her eyes.

"I am," Riley whispered, "But they are not customers, Miss Pepondosovich."

"Huh…? What do you—"

"I guess you know why we are here, then?" And to Miss Pepondosovich and the others' disappointment, the couple approached Riley while waving a badge, "We're assuming you're the owner of this establishment?"

"Yes," Riley nodded while he continued to play.

"Wait, Zero! Don't answer their questions!" Liza quickly walked in front of the two strangers and blocked their path, "They entered the establishment with the intent to interrogate without introducing themselves as cops!"

"It is fine, Miss Liza," Riley said, "Please, escort them to their tables and give them something to drink."

"But Zero…" Liza glanced at Riley before glaring at the two strangers, "...You two are lucky that Zero's kind."

"Thank you," the woman nodded as she followed Liza to their table, "We just have a few questions and we will be on our way."

"I will join the two of you shortly," Riley nodded as he continued to play.

"We… don't really need any drinks."

"Please," Riley then stood up and finally stepped off the stage; the piano, however, still continued to play, "I insist — you may not be customers, but you are still our first guests. So…

…what can I do for you?"