the young woman and Bulma.
"I was responsible for the physical well-being of my last master." whispered the stranger.
"Great, a whore in the kitchen. What do the idiots think we are doing here? Let me guess, you too?" .
She straightened her shoulders and looked the woman straight in the eye.
"No miss, I worked at the Hurania Technical Institute." she told in a calm and confident voice.
Now Lunar raised her eyebrows and looked at the blue-haired woman in astonishment.
"Who would have thought? A clever thing in the kitchen, very inappropriate, but amazing."
Lunar looked at the young woman for a brief moment before turning to the others.
"Okay, get to work. The 3 ladies over there, you will be assigned tasks and woe to one of you set my kitchen on fire." The head chef pierced the newcomers warningly with her gaze before she turned to the woman she so affectionately called ´´hore´´ and Bulma.
"You have the 'honorable' task of serving these monkey tails. You are pretty enough for that."
With that she turned and went back to her stove. Bulma was left rooted to the spot. She would have preferred peeled some potatoes than to serve this monkey, but that wasn't something you could choose here, not as a slave. Why you of all people?