"What the hell is this, cold and stale horse piss?"
A harsh voice rang out, not even bothering with mockery or ridicule, a purely arrogant tone that placed oneself above everything in the surroundings.
"And this cake, I have no idea where the hell it came from, but it's definitely subpar. Ugh, the ugly design and the smell... Is this shit even edible? Is your brain filled with hot steaming crap?"
It went beyond arrogance; this was just looking for trouble. Coupled with a lazy feminine tone, it was easy to picture a "malicious young lady" in one's mind, and even the outline of a bullied maid could be sketched out alongside.
"Ugh, I'm so disappointed."
With a gentle push, the porcelain shattered on the ground with an infuriating crunch, and the fine tea and cake fell into the dust.
"Please, please forgive me..."
The trembling reply was heart-wrenching, and any man with a shred of conscience or sense of justice would surely stand up and protect the weak, right?
