GOOD AFTERNOON KIKU-SAMA
WHO: Kiku, Mei
WHERE: UNNAMED Maid Cafe in UNNAMED ASIATOWN
WHEN: August 2, afternoon
WHAT: Kiku checks out the new maid cafe on the block; Mei kind of sort of really wants to die.
Smile, serve drinks and look pretty. That's all Mei had to do from three to six on Sundays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Playing the innocent, gentle type of their rather small ensemble of maids was an easy task for Mei, even if it was out of character for her around the likes of Yao and Yongsoo. They never go here, so problem solved. Yao would kill her if he ever saw her costume, which was a little on the short side. She had a habit of making sure no one saw the tattoo on her thigh. Earlier, a forty-year-old man had snapped a photograph of it (that pervert) before the rest of the maids sent him off crying for his mother. Needless to say, Mei did not want a repeat of that episode.
The door chimes sounded as the cafe's door opened. Probably another one of her regular customers.
"Welcome, Master," she greeted him in Japanese and bowed before she had taken a look at his face. When she raised her head, the person in front of her wasn't the man she expected to see. A tug on her skirt - enough to hide the tattoo under it.
WHERE: UNNAMED Maid Cafe in UNNAMED ASIATOWN
WHEN: August 2, afternoon
WHAT: Kiku checks out the new maid cafe on the block; Mei kind of sort of really wants to die.
Smile, serve drinks and look pretty. That's all Mei had to do from three to six on Sundays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Playing the innocent, gentle type of their rather small ensemble of maids was an easy task for Mei, even if it was out of character for her around the likes of Yao and Yongsoo. They never go here, so problem solved. Yao would kill her if he ever saw her costume, which was a little on the short side. She had a habit of making sure no one saw the tattoo on her thigh. Earlier, a forty-year-old man had snapped a photograph of it (that pervert) before the rest of the maids sent him off crying for his mother. Needless to say, Mei did not want a repeat of that episode.
The door chimes sounded as the cafe's door opened. Probably another one of her regular customers.
"Welcome, Master," she greeted him in Japanese and bowed before she had taken a look at his face. When she raised her head, the person in front of her wasn't the man she expected to see. A tug on her skirt - enough to hide the tattoo under it.