Guillotine stood at his booth, where he sold his creations, in a maid outfit. He was flustered and blushing of all sorts, yet still politely waved to the humans walking past. He was also the only one wearing this, so people stopped to look at him, and quite a few people flirted with him, which didn't help. All he wondered though, is what... /He/ will think. Thorn..
