Once I'd settled on the company name—Elven Atelier—it was simply a matter of methodically completing the necessary paperwork to get things started. But in reality, the sheer number of procedures involved was overwhelming, each more tedious than the last.
As soon as Wataru finished compiling his to-do list, he was already groaning in despair at the complexity of it all.
"Ahh, this is such a pain! I wish I could just dump it all on someone else. Can't I just borrow a judicial scrivener's brain and have them do automatic writing for me?"
"M-master, please do your best! Here, your favorite boobs and butt are cheering you on!"
Mariel took Wataru's hand and guided it quite shamelessly to her shapely backside, cheerfully shaking her hips wrapped snugly in her skirt. Lately, she'd gotten familiar with Earth culture and was imitating a cheerleader, energetically lifting her legs high enough to reveal her panties.
I'm not really in the mood right now...
