Ash's expression froze for a moment before he changed the topic, "I could get over tea-cafes, since I, too, love to look at beautiful women. But why in some places called 'Mud-Cafes,' are there so many scantily clad men striking poses? It really offended my eyes. If I weren't an escaped convict, I would want to report them to the Crime Hunting Hall for disrupting the city's appearance. There should be laws clearly prohibiting this—"
"I advise you not to meddle in things that don't concern you," Freyja warned. "If you don't like to look, we do. You men can look at beautiful women, but we can't look at handsome men?"
"Actually, I can ignore that too, after all, it's a traditional profession. Although it has grown in scale, it's not incomprehensible." Ash's expression darkened, "I wandered a bit further and saw the workers on a construction site."
"What about the workers?"
