"Miss, I give you credit for trying to be cheeky.. but you overestimate yourself."
At a snap of his finger, roughly half of the bars visitors stood up from their seats, looking straight at Majima.
The Bartender rushed over, bowed deeply and suggested the swift removal of the girl from the establishment, an offer Majima casually declined. "No need. Little Miss "Lord Speaker" here can stay and learn something useful."
It was up to her if she read the room correctly now, for her to realize that there might be more to the shady rumors that showed up about Majima three years ago. Who were these people reacting to just a movement of his fingers? Would she realize?
