Sato woke up with a bad headache the next morning. He had ended up drinking the rest of the wine by himself trying to get rid of his woos. He got up and shook his groggy head. When he looked around he realized he had fallen asleep outside. "No wonder I'm cold."
Straightening out his clothes Sato made his way towards the lower deck to get some food. There was a large kitchen below that Misaki had stationed some of the better cooks from her demons to manage. Sato liked coming here. There were a few girls he had found to be really cute. He had yet to muster up the courage to talk to any of them directly. He had hoped one day he could talk to them normally. But then last night happened. He had heard everything from the room Misaki was in. Each and every one of those damn girls did not know how to lower their voices!
