Drake felt his body thrown back to the direction from which he had come. He was sure that his fist made a contact, but instead of a hard surface, it met something soft and swelling.
He couldn't tell what had happened until he was back on his feet in a grand style. Perhaps he couldn't keep track of the outcome because he was blinded by his own rage.
Standing tall and taking a fighting stance, he saw the head maid standing and glaring at him, taking a fighting stance.
COULD IT BE... WHAT THE FUCK!!!
The realization that hit was very funny. He couldn't help but make words out of it.
"Excuse me, did I punch your titties?!"
He found it really funny that he had asked the question. Instead of a response, he heard,
"You fucking pervert. You shall pay with your life!!!"
The head maid yelled at him, darting as though she was coming for a bone-crushing hug.
UH-HUH, THIS DOESN'T LOOK GOOD.
