The owner of the voice was a very huge woman who was overly dressed and under dressed at the same time. Lyte was thankful he was not like the man sitting near his table who was drinking a cup of coffee. That guy spat the coffee out and almost choked at the sight of the woman. He quickly gathered himself to look as if he did that due to seeing something else in fear of offending the woman.
She was wearing an orange strapless dress that only reaches her things. Her legs that looked like they belonged to baby elephants were partially - but thankfully somewhat - covered by a pair of net stockings while her bare arms had black fingerless gloves covering them but her shoulders were left bare. She was wearing black heels that gave her about a five inch boosts. It was surprising the thin heels did not break under her weight. She wore a summer hat with many feathers on it, making it look like a mutated peacock's tail was cut off and thrown on her hat to be disposed of later. She also had a neon pink feather boa that she wrapped tightly around her thick neck. Peeking out of the scarf was a black pearl necklace. At the end of it was a huge capital B carved out of gold. It was as big as Lyte's face. She was also wearing a pair of pink hooped earrings that have the letter B in gold hanging off the hoops. The hoops were as big as a full grown adult's hand.
Looks are not everything. But the way the lady looked was just unreal and unholy. Lyte could bet that angels would rather flee to hell if she was to be there up above with them. The worst part was her boobs. They looked like someone tried to stuff two 12 years old child in her bra. They were so huge they almost reached the end of her dress. As the woman approach their table, those unholy melons wobbled like bags of slime.
The colour combination of dull orange, bright neon pink, gold and dark black was killing Lyte. Lyte was never one to be very fashionable himself, but even he knew better than to dress like that. The woman was dressed more ridiculously than a clown, who were supposed to dress in something that did not make sense to make people around them laugh.
The colour was not even the biggest problem, the style she wore was. She was dressed like she was going to the beach, a wedding, a party and a funeral at the same time. The combination was just so wrong that it should not exist. Lyte did not even dared imagine what the woman other outfit combinations were.
He looked at the woman in disgust without considering her status in that village. The woman could be a goddess for all he cared, but what she was wearing was just not pleasant to Lyte's eyes. The woman caught his glare and glared back.
"Do you have something to say, little passer by?" the woman thought she made a great insult but Lyte felt nothing.
"Well? Don't you have anything to say at all? Or are you mute?" she kept blabbering seemingly to herself as Lyte did not respond.
This was when Lyte noticed the mess on her face. It was something that could not be described. Let us just say her makeup game was worst than a child's. Pink lipstick was not only on her lips but on her chin too along with other stuff that should not be described. Imagining this would be the most traumatising thing one could do. The only thing Lyte dared look at was her brown eyes and brown short hair that was slightly curled inward. In all honesty, she would look pretty if she minus the makeup.
"Yes, actually. Who the hell are you. You rude interrupting my friend's sentence ass," Lyte decided to respond as the woman wanted him to and even threw in his own insult.
The woman gasped and snapped her sausage fingers. She then proceeded to cackle but ran out of breath very soon. Immediately, two men appeared beside her. They were her bodyguard and servants for other 'purposes'. One had a large scar on his face while the other had a hook on his left hand. They seemed to had been through a lot to get those injuries but at the moment, Lyte was not impressed.
"Boys, can you two take care of this low life no knowledge idiot and his little witch bitch over here?" the woman said with sass while she crossed her arm and stood there, awaiting the show.
"Pleasure is all ours, boss," replied the guy with the hook.
"Hey there lassies, let me introduce us to yer. The name's Scar and that guy there is Hook. And this 'ere is the beautiful, kind and elegant owner of this 'ere village, Madam Big Bosom. Yer should'a showed her some respect. She runs things around 'ere. Ya made the boss mad, so ya now dead meat," the guy with the scar introduced them to the duo.
Lyte knew he should have controlled himself. But he could not help himself after hearing what their names were. Lisa saw Lyte and tried to hold back whatever was going to come out of his mouth, but she was not fast enough.
"Lyte, do not do n-"
"Buahahahahahaha! Oh my god, your names! Very 'creative' man! The guy with a hook is named Hook! The guy with a scar is named Scar! The pig with unrealistically tits is named Big Bosom! You freaks are killing me with how ridiculous you are!" Lyte blurted, unable to control himself anymore. He laughed so hard his sides began to hurt.
The three stood there, dumbfounded. They were shocked someone dared make fun of them. Them! The ones that held the highest status in that village. The three's emotions turned from disbelieve to anger in a split second.
"How dare you laugh at us!?" Madam Big Bosom's voice thundered in the room. However, Lyte was not fazed even a little bit.
"What kind of question was that? Of course I dare. I mean, I just did it. I guess your IQ is as low as your sense in fashion. That outfit combo, and the colour scheme, and you makeup. I can only describe them in two words - hideously unholy. Get that mess out of my face before I become blinded by this cursed form," Lyte was feeling stupidly brave that day that he decided to blurt out his mind.
Madam Big Bosom was furious at this point. All the previous sass and cool demeanour left her as her blood boiled. She only wanted one thing at that moment. She wanted Lyte's life.