The War of Wine

A few days later at the Imperial Star, Flourishing Winds Building. At the 54th floor,

"This is simply too much," a beautiful mer who was wearing a flamboyant suit looked down at his slightly bloated belly. "Were the sizes not taken properly?" He asked the assistant who was in charge of dressing him. "How can you make such a mistake, ah?" He asked in a rather thick accent. 

"The dress shirt was made according to your size, Mister Song," replied the assistant as he looked at the mer with a frown on his face. "Did you once again eat that flaky mock pastry at Ming Ming bakery?" 

Hearing the accusatory words of his assistant Song Hu, looked away.