Chapter 97: What can you do if you disagree?

"Chirp chirp—" 

Birds perched on the roof tiles in the courtyard, looking around. Without blooming tulips yearning for sunlight, snatching dewdrops. 

This was certainly not Sam's hometown, in fact, Sam hadn't returned home yet, even though it was already a day after the final exams had ended and vacation had started. 

But because of Angel, Sam had to delay his plans. 

"Focus, do I really need to explain to you what focusing means?" 

The girl behind the canvas peeked out, her expression quite dissatisfied, but as soon as her eyes met Sam, they couldn't move away from a certain part of him. 

There was no helping it. Sam was stripped again. 

How to put it, Sam felt like one of those courtesans in a brothel, encountering a client with peculiar fetishes. 

This kind of client doesn't like to get straight to the point but rather has you change into various outfits, engaging in different thematic role-plays, and you simply can't refuse.