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"I hope the next person is used to exotic cultures." Without any viable furniture, Stan was forced to assume a somewhat-Eastern setting, with rugs instead of chairs to sit on and flat binders as low tables.

The door opened. There was a low hiss of disapproval.

"Er...hello."

"Is there something wrong with the decor, Miss..."

"Riesz."

"Miss Riesz?"

"No, of course not. Although I should think that you should have more money to furnish this place."

"I...try..."

"I'm here to get some help getting a job," the female voice said a little impatiently, tapping something on the floor.

"Oh God, is that a weapon?"

"YOU CAN'T TELL THAT THIS IS A WIND LANCE?"

"No! I can, Miss Riesz! It's just that the last three men in here - "

"NOW YOU ARE COMPARING ME TO A MAN? YOU MISOGYNIST PIG!"

"AIEE!"

Something was thrown, and by the loud thudding sound it made of its sharp point embedding into a thick wooden object as it tore fabric one could tell that it had been a very fierce shot.

"Consider that a warning shot, you sorry example of male existence!" raged the female as she opened the door. "You so much as THINK of something as poor as that and I swear on the Amazon code that you will die several horrific deaths before the Goddess releases you from your eternal pain!"

The door slammed shut. There was a weak whimpering sound.

"Someone...please get me down from here...help..."