Dōjima-Montauge Apartment of Awesome -- Tokyo, Japan -- Thursday Afternoon
The best part of prepping for a sting operation, Dōjima had decided, was the fact she got to go home for lunch, to see what sexy outfits she had in black to pose as a bar waitress.
Sometimes, being a spygirl was just plain fun. She sincerely doubted that Master's son was going to be stupid enough to show his face around Harry's, but at least it would be a fun few days of tips and cute patrons. And all she could drink.
"Hey, koibito," she called, sticking her head out of the bedroom and holding up two (almost identical) black halter tops. "Which one of these says 'tip your waitress?'"
[OOC: Open for calls, text messages, and that boyfriend-shaped Montague!]
Sometimes, being a spygirl was just plain fun. She sincerely doubted that Master's son was going to be stupid enough to show his face around Harry's, but at least it would be a fun few days of tips and cute patrons. And all she could drink.
"Hey, koibito," she called, sticking her head out of the bedroom and holding up two (almost identical) black halter tops. "Which one of these says 'tip your waitress?'"
[OOC: Open for calls, text messages, and that boyfriend-shaped Montague!]