The Beastman attendant froze mid-yawn. "What kind is she looking for?"
The front desk receptionist said, "She wants someone strong, not too handsome, and not gaudily dressed. In short, not your type."
The Beastman attendant: "..."
The receptionist chuckled. "It was the Birdman with that young lady who called for room service. He's not exactly winning her over, so he definitely can't let anyone else woo her away."
"Hah. That bird has it out for me."
The front desk receptionist said, "Hurry up. He said he wants several people, so he probably didn't like the ones in the brochure. Haven't you hired some new people these last couple of days? Pick seven or eight decent-looking ones and send them over."
The Beastman attendant hesitated. "Those guys haven't been taught the rules yet, and they haven't signed their contracts. I'm afraid they'll cause trouble."
The front desk receptionist said, "Just pick a couple of the more stable, quiet ones and stick them in the group."
