"This is your first time!" Mag stretched out his hand and flicked her forehead to see what was in there. Then he turned and walked towards the stairs while saying, "I was worried that the smell on your body would be affected. If a customer complains, restaurant employees must ensure that they are neatly dressed, have no odor, and do not give guests a bad dining experience.”
"That's it." Connie followed Mag upstairs with the same expression.
"I'll get you a set of work clothes, red, yellow, blue, which color do you like." Mag then asked.
"I like blue, the color of the sky," Connie replied quickly.
"Okay." Mag nodded slightly, went upstairs, and took Connie into the bathroom first.
"What a big faucet!" Connie stood at the bathroom door, looking at the shower head, a little scared.
Then he saw several more faucets, and his expression became even more nervous. Is Mr. McGonagall really a water dragon killer?
"This is the shower switch. When you turn it on, there will be constant-temperature hot water. This is shampoo and shower gel. The red one is applied after you wet your hair. It can wash away the stains on your hair. After washing, rinse the foam with water. , the black bottle is used to cleanse the body. After applying it on the body, it must also be rinsed with water." Mag introduced, looking back at Connie, "Do you understand?"
"Understood...understood." Connie nodded, swallowed secretly and said: "But...do you really want me to face so many faucets alone? I'm a little scared...you...can you talk to me... Shall I wash it together?"
"No." Mag refused coldly and tried to trick him into giving him a free bath. He was not stupid.
"I will put the clothes on the stool at the door for you. You can take them after you wash them. I will go downstairs in a while." Mag walked sideways out of the bathroom.
"Please, don't leave me here alone..." Connie grabbed Mag's clothes and said pitifully. There were four faucets in a small room. This is too scary!
"My restaurant does not accept guests who smell bad." Mag took back the corner of his clothes from Connie's hand, then closed the bathroom door, and couldn't help but muttered: "Does the orc tribe have a tradition of men and women bathing together? ?"
As soon as the bathroom door closed, Connie was alone.
She pressed against the door and looked nervously at the four faucets scattered throughout the bathroom.
The bathroom is large and very warm. There is a large white tub inside, which looks like it should be used for bathing.
"I... I was forced, no offense intended, please... please don't blame me, and don't scare me... I just wash up and leave..." Connie clasped her hands together and said towards the faucet and shower head, with a look on her face. He said piously, then turned his head and saw himself in the mirror.
"Ah! What is this? Why does it illuminate my beauty so clearly?" Connie looked at the mirror and was stunned. Even the crystal mirror did not look as clear as this mirror.
However, she soon discovered sweat stains and mud on her face, neck, and arms. She had been on the run for more than ten days and had no time to take a shower. If she smelled carefully, she did have a sour smell.
"Oh my god! Is this the smell that comes from my body?" Connie's face fell, and she took off all her clothes. She looked up at the shower head, which was much larger than an ordinary faucet, and said apologetically. : "Lord Dragon, I'll lend you some water. If you don't want to die in peace, please go find the boss."
Then he turned on the switch.
Warm water sprayed from the showerhead and fell from the top of her head, soaking her hair and body.
"Meow~"
The comfortable feeling made her moan softly. The hot water rushed over her body, and the fatigue accumulated along the way was quickly eliminated.
"It's so comfortable!" Connie couldn't help but praise. The hot air quickly filled the entire bathroom, and her fair skin turned pink. She washed away the stains on her body.
"He just said this is for washing your hair and this is for washing your body. Why do you use this strange liquid?" After taking a hot shower for a while, Connie's eyes fell on the shampoo and After putting on the shower gel, she hesitated for a moment, then reached out and imitated the method taught by Mag before and pressed the lid, and a stream of milky white liquid spurted out, covering her face unpreparedly.
"Well!"
Connie closed her eyes subconsciously, and then touched the liquid on her face with her hand. It was slippery, sticky, and had a strange feeling.
But it has a very special fragrance, like a floral fragrance, fresh and pleasant, not cloying at all, and feels a bit familiar.
"Is this shampoo?" Connie looked at the lotion in her hand, wiped it on her head, and scratched it casually, and it turned into many white bubbles.
"Wow, there are really bubbles!" Connie's eyes lit up, she put the white foam to her mouth and blew gently, smiling as she looked at the falling foam.
After washing her hair, she tried the shower gel again. The shower gel was smooth on her body, and a lot of foam appeared when she rubbed it lightly. After washing, her whole body exuded a light fragrance.
"Oh! I know, this is the smell of Mr. McGonagall!" Connie's eyes lit up. The sour smell on her body had completely disappeared. Her hair and body were clean, and her delicate skin was white and rosy. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but want to take a bite.
"Am I really ugly? Why is Mr. McGonagall not even interested in sleeping with me? Is it because I'm too young?" Connie looked at herself in the mirror and sighed with self-pity. blow.
"By the way, he said he prepared clothes for me. What kind of clothes will they be?" Connie thought with some anticipation. She has not worn warm clothes since she left the tribe. She doesn't want a beautiful little skirt now. , I just want a set of warm and comfortable clothes.
Standing by the door, her cat ears moved. After making sure that there was no one outside, she carefully opened the bathroom door. As soon as the door was opened a crack, she saw a small stool at the door with a small stool on it. Wearing sky blue clothes, there is a piece of paper on top with words and patterns on it.
"Wow, it's the color of the blue sky." Connie's eyes lit up, and she reached out to pick up the clothes and the paper.
"The correct way to wear a bra..." Connie read softly, then took out a small dress with lace trim from her clothes, and asked with a puzzled face: "What is this? The pattern is so beautiful. Is it worn outside?"
Mag crossed her legs and drank afternoon tea leisurely. When she heard the footsteps, she turned around and saw Connie, who was wearing a neat sky blue jacket and a black lace bra. The tea inside squirted out.
