2022-06-06: Table for Three
- Log: 2022-06-06: Table for Three
- Cast: Emilia Eschonbach, Excellen Browning, Sousuke Sagara, Kallen Kozuki
- Where: Maid Cafe ~~MASTER'S CHOICE~~, Nagoya, Area 11
- OOC - IC Date: 5 June 0096
- Summary: Business is... moderate at the lukewarm new maid cafe in Nagoya. A special for groups lures two highschoolers into chaos and one maid into bad memories.
<Pose Tracker> Emilia Eschonbach has posed.
~~MASTER'S CHOICE~~ is, perhaps, not a place one would suspect of being a new social hotspot. And that's because it's not, really, but it has a small line out the door of people waiting and is doing a decent turnover. The clientele is mostly Britannians in their 20s looking for novelty, with the occasional Japanese group mixed in, with the sneering and growling you'd expect. A girl with black hair wearing a miniskirt maid outfit relieves the girl on door duty, who ducks into the back room.The new door girl sighs. "<Really, this many singles and couples? We've only got the big tables open too... Oi, Manager, you got an idea here?>" The manager, in a kind of cheap butler tux, sticks his head out, looks out to the line. "<5 percent capped discount to groups, skip the line. Handle it.>"
The black haired girl sighs, and with a bit of a Japanese accent, steps out and with a perky voice projects: "Good evening, Masters and Mistresses~ <3! Today, ~~MASTER'S CHOICE~~ is offering preferred seating and a discount to groups of four or more! Come on up and see me if you want to take advantage~!" There's a pause. "Of the offer, of course!" Her voice suddenly becomes whisper quiet. "<Discountisfivepercentoffyourorderorfifteenbritanniandollarswhateverislowertablechargewillnotbewaived.>"
<Pose Tracker> Excellen Browning has posed.
Shore leave in Japan!!
Ensign Excellen Browning is a New Yarker by birth, and a Neo-American by the grace of her family's relative prestige and connections in the military community. Still, she has always had a special love in her heart for Japan, its food, its cosplay, its animation... its umm... OTHER animation. And of course another aspect she has come to appreciate is their theme cafes.
Speaking of theme cafes, Excellen's signature poofy ponytail can be seen swinging over many of the heads of many of the other clientele-to-be in line. She had picked up on this place after being handed a tissue packet by a cute girl in a maid costume out on the street, and decided to check it out... but this line is moving as slow as molasses!! At this rate she might have to decide between getting in, or getting declared AWOL!
... well they probably won't miss her if she's a couple hours late, will they?
'~~MASTER'S CHOICE~~ is offering preferred seating and a discount to groups of four or more!'
"Oho~!!" Excellen's ears perk up. Her blue eyes start gathering towards the other individuals in line. She'll pick up a few of the other stragglers who have been waiting for a while... particularly those that look like they might be fun to share a table with, and move a bit closer to them before putting on the cutest pout she can manage:
"What a great deal! Aww... but I'm so far from home and I don't have any friends with me. I wonder if anyone would be willing to help this poor, lonely gaijin girl get inside and have a good time with her~"
<Pose Tracker> Sousuke Sagara has posed.
Sousuke Sagara is here for the only reason Sousuke Sagara would ever come here.
YESTERDAY, 0730 HOURS JAPAN LOCAL TIME.
THE TRAIN STATION NEAR TIGER'S MANSION APARTMENTS - NOUVELLE TOKYO
Sousuke Sagara steps up at the public lockers at the station. For a regular dead drop, someplace normal people wouldn't often go like an alley is too conspicuous. The train lockers work nicely enough for periodic communication. He's already given his report for the day by now, but they mentioned a new packet had arrived, including 'a personal gift from Sgt. Weber.'
Secluded in his seat on the train, Sousuke sneaks out a small brouchure for ~~MASTER'S CHOICE~~, onto which is taped a handwritten note: "I think you'll find something worth seeing, buddy! - U6"
NOW
So anyway Sousuke has been in line for like twenty minutes, dressed in the button up shirt and slacks that are the Jindai summer uniform but also just looks like a pretty normal business-casual working man outfit, attempting to decipher Weber's obviously coded message.
He looks up at the brief commotion and briefly locks eyes with Excellen, lingering on her for several moments, a behavior he has no way to know will definitely seal his fate forever.
<Pose Tracker> Kallen Kozuki has posed.
Visiting a cafe with a name like '~~Master's Choice~~' had not exactly been on the LIST of Kallen's plans for today when she woke up. Nor when she was getting dressed. But as she was headed out for the day, she'd gotten a short phone call, asking her to look into a few of the recent establishments that had set up shop. Just routine work, honestly, and it helps with the whole protecting the powerless thing, when you know which shops are treating their employees right, and who is abusing cheap workers.
So that's how she found herself in this line, dressed for comfort in an oddly sleeveless, stomach-baring turtleneck. Underneath a jacket that matches her eyes, half-zipped to avoid ACTUALLY showing off too much. But of course, the line is massive for these sorts of openings, and actually getting in and seated... That's when they're so kind as to offer her an in. Alongside an... unusually perky and energetic woman.
Alright, she'll bite this particular hook, and raises a hand to wave her direction. "You're looking for a group to share with?" The way it all sounds doesn't register in her mind for a moment, but when it does, she just silently gives herself a dejected sigh. There's nobody to blame but herself.
<Pose Tracker> Excellen Browning has posed.
And that's all it took.
Excellen's wide blue eyes meets with Sosuke's solemn brown. It calls to mind the face of a certain boy she met during training long ago... strong, stoic, seemingly impenetrable to any form of teasing she could muster.
Oh but we'll work on that last bit.
Excellen sweeps over to Sousuke with a bright smile, and leans down so she can look up into those deep dark browns of his. "How about you?" She asks in a sweet teasing tone, "I've heard it's every local school boy's fantasy to get caught up with some wild Western woman, hmm? Maybe this is your lucky day huh?" She'll move then to snake her arm around his shoulders and try to pull him close, and perhaps a bit TOO close in some ways, "Come with onee-sama, I promise you won't regret it..."
'You're looking for a group to share with?'
Oho, supple AND willing. :3
"Two is company and three is a crowd, not that I'm complaining. I think we got just enough to negotiate being a 'group' with the girl at the door. C'mon!"
She'll motion with an open arm to Kallen to join Sousuke in an arm lock embrace... and if she doesn't join, she'll try to pull Sousuke over to get Kallen into a too-close embrace.
Afterwards: "Hey~ Door Maid-chan~! My group would love to take up your establishments offer. A table for three... but I won't mind a few extra seats in case someone else wants to join us!"
<Pose Tracker> Emilia Eschonbach has posed.
The black haired maid sees someone making a group, and she gets an idea. "The discount is only available to the next three groups!" She waves at Excellen to pull her forward and... shit, there's only three of them. That's a problem. But... Eh, problems for later. Except she offers to pay table fee for six or so... Cha-ching. "I'm sure you've got a friend you can call, right? Come in, come in!"
She takes advantage of Excellen's high energy, and long story short, the group find themselves seated at a table for four. "Your maid will be out shortly!" The inside of the cafe is... fine?The seats are kinda cheap. the decor is gaudy but not expensive, and it's... a little cramped for the number of tables and booths in it.
Meanwhile, a girl with long, slightly floofy lavender hair bows to her guests, and takes the plates from the table to the small kitchen. There is still a bit of food left on the plates. The Manager pokes his head out. "That four top is yours, brit. Get to it." She nods, and grabs the menus, and walks toward them. She's wearing a black and white miniskirt maid outfit, that shapes well, but not perfectly to her figure. The red ribbon around her neck draws attention to her bust, which works with the whole sexy look she's going for. There's lots of frills, a simple headdress, black shows and white stockings that give her control of the much feared absolute territory. Her makeup is pristine, with an understated mild pink.
She closes her eyes for a moment, and adjusting the menus under her arm, gives a deep bow before standing up and. holding her hands in the shape of a heart. She then gives a smile that one might almost believe was real if it reached her opening eyes. "W-w-welcome home, M-Master and M-Mistresses! I-I'll be y-your maid, M-M-Mimi!"
And then she freezes at the table. Kallen. Mr Sagara. And... Her eyes go wide as dinnerplates, and for a second one might thing she'd faint on the spot. Instead, she pulls up the menus to cover the lower half of her face, hoping they'll buy the cute shy maid act, and turning her eyes away from everyone. "W-w-would you care for, um, for a m-menu?" She can feel the Manager's eyes boring into her. She can't screw this up.
Even if that IS her.
<Pose Tracker> Kallen Kozuki has posed.
The good news is, Kallen recognizes the danger. The bad news is, she has no option for escape. As such, she'll accept the arm-locking version, instead of getting pressed anywhere too closely. And of course, the third is someone she recognizes. The dangerous boy from Jindai. Oh yes, she can't possibly forget any part of that Ultimate Student Council Meeting. Even with as many people as had shown up, he was an outlier in his particular eccentricities. "O-oh, uhm. Nice meeting you again. It was... Sagara, right?"
Of course, she remembers his name perfectly, but it looks better if she's struggling a little with it. From there, her eyes are drawn up to the slightly older woman. What could possibly be the source of all her abundant, raw energy? Kallen can't begin to guess. Though if she didn't know better she'd wonder if Excellen was a distant cousin of Milly's. There are definitely similarities to be found, on the surface at least. Perhaps fewer if one were to look deeper.
The group are all seated quickly enough, and Kallen has a moment to look around. Smaller than expected... a little bit cheap and mismatched. Someone with a taste for style could fix that last part in a heartbeat though, and bring it all together. And then... there's the maid. Honestly, there's no hiding behind the menu, or changing up her voice. The hair gives her away in an instant. The only way she would hide is with a wig, or by only dealing with shallow people who don't pay any attention. ...Well, that last part actually makes it perfect then, doesn't it? Especially for younger customers, around high school and early university age. Kallen's not going to give her away though. "We'd appreciate that, Mimi. Four menus please? We have another coming... eventually." Best she takes initiative on this one, before anything happens. Right? That's what she thinks, at least.
<Pose Tracker> Sousuke Sagara has posed.
Sousuke doesn't respond with immediate stress the way some victims do, but rather with blank incomprehension.
This hunt will be a grand one!!
He says, "Affirmative," in the tone of a person who caught like one layer out of four of the subtext there, and then is escorted inward.
He looks around with curious eyes just the same, though. "Intriguing decor," he observes, thoughtfully, because he is basically a golem.
Kallen catches attention, and he nods. "Stadtfeld, as I recall," he says. "A pleasure to see you." That was automatic. He does not act like his brain even has a pleasure center.
He almost turns his attention to the most mysterious person here but is instead drawn to 'Mimi'. His eyes twitch a little, considering her. Tense. Worried. A threat? Is she a plant left for him by Kurz...? Find something worth seeing...what on earth could it be... "A menu," he says, seriously, and nods. "Yes, certainly, please."
...then he glances at Excellen because she's basically an alien as far as he's concerned. Like, she's why he's in this fix and also he gets the same information from looking at her as he does from looking at a rock. what is any of this.
<Pose Tracker> Excellen Browning has posed.
When you don't have the numbers sometimes you just needs guts, determination, and PLENTY of noise. After all, the last thing you want to have happen is an argument with a loud Neo-American woman right outside your establishment. Luckily things are shortly moved out, and the three are moved to a comfortable table for four...
... well the term comfortable might be stretched just a little bit. Still it's about what Excellen expected for a restaurant located in Area 11. The evidence of the recent conquest, even in the areas less severely hit, are easy to see if you just know where to look. The fact that this restaurant is pulling in good business at all is a hopeful sign though! It means that money and commerce is flowing in and hopefully will help the locals remain out of destitution. It's just unfortunate that they have to try and scrounge for what they can have while under the boot heel of an oppressive super-power.
Oh wait, we weren't here to talk about serious power dynamics and international relations!! There's girls in maid miniskirts to leer at.
Excellen's face is one of bright, almost child-like excitement as a girl with long, slightly floofy lavender hair comes up and bows to her guests. Those expressive blue eyes underlined with a faint blush as she raises a finger to her lips in a nonverbal expression of thought. "Ah~ It really does take an Eastern culture's eyes to capture the charm of Western outfits huh?" She giggles a bit at that but then the giggling halts when she reaches Mimi's face.
... her eyes as wide as dinnerplates, frozen in uncertainty, looking like she might faint at any moment.
The ATX Sniper's expression becomes genuinely thoughtful... but then those same sniper's eyes catches Sousuke's eye twitch a bit. Her lips curl in a manner reminiscent of some mischievous feline, "Oho~! So this is the sort of thing you like huh? Hehe, boys are all the same even if they like to put on that tough guy exterior." She snickers to herself, "And yep!! Four menus, Mimi! A round of tea and biscuits for everyone as an appetizer and oh... a glass of the house red, but that one's just for Exe-nee." She finishes with a wink.
<Pose Tracker> Emilia Eschonbach has posed.
"Y-y-yes, of course." Emilia bows her head before handing out the menus, and placing the fourth in the empty seat. She then rummages in her front pocket for her notepad and pencil, writing quickly, holding her notebook in front her face now. "Um, E-Earl Grey, Brit... Britannian Breakfast. O-or Darjeeli-?"
Exe-nee. That. Cannot be coincidence. Anger, loneliness and hurt surge in Emilia, but she needs this job. The orders taken, she quickly bows again, and vanishes to the counter.
Had Kallen noticed? Surely... Kallen was so alert in battle, she had to know. Had Mr Sagara? He seemed to be playing it cool. But Exe-nee... She didn't seem to remember. Maybe that's better. Maybe she can get out of this. She hands over the order- it's quicker than having her repeat it. There's another note. The manager helping run the kitchen gives her a look. "Look, we don't have time to deal with switching, the floors busy. Just tough it out, you said you could do that." The voice isn't too loud.... but it's loud enough for those paying attention.
A tray is put on the bar, and Emilia, her body language momentarily dejected before she steels herself, picks it up with ease and carries it perfectly, held up in her left hand, walking carefully to the table and forcing that real enough fake smlle onto her face. She places the teapot(s) on the table, then milk, sugar and hot water. "The t-tea, Master, M-M-M-Mistresses." Then the biscuits, and finally, Excellen's glass. "Y-Your wine, My L-L-Lady."
She takes a deep breath, placing the tray under her arm. "W-would you l-like me to... p-pour for you?"
<Pose Tracker> Kallen Kozuki has posed.
It's easy to speculate as to why she might have taken this job. But that's not necessarily something Kallen is terribly occupied with right now. Instead, there's some focus on her behavior. Could she be playing up how shy and nervous she is for the job? Or is she just that worried about screwing up? ...And then, what was that other thing? The part that didn't mesh with the rest, slightly souring her face for an instant. ...She can't begin to guess.
Truthfully, Kallen just isn't able to pay any of it the amount of attention she'd like. Sousuke being here puts her on guard, in a way that distracts her mind inward. Making sure she's not too stiff or threatened. And keeping up the majority of her school mask. She's let go of a little, but she still has to moderate herself. Especially accounting for the bizarre, energetic woman... who admittedly, is also staggeringly pretty. Sure, she's a tourist, or seems to be. But... there's no way of knowing anything for sure. Not without running a background check she has neither time nor opportunity for.
So there's a moment of silence, easily masked as contemplation. "If you would, please. And which tea would you recommend?" It's... a little awkward at this point. After all, in her own home the maid most often sent to tend to Kallen is her own mother. So she doesn't usually ask to be served, and just pours her own drinks. But that would be undeniably weird here. And might even get someone in trouble... and that would be a big problem.
<Pose Tracker> Sousuke Sagara has posed.
Speaking of a sniper's eyes, down the street, a man with long blond hair is grumbling to himself as he hastily dons a suit jacket and checks his face in the mirror. "Cannot BELIEVE that guy! Getting a hotty like that, that fast!?" He sweeps a comb through his hair, practicing his best grin. "Heh. Well, he's probably got his foot all the way in his mouth, by now. I'll go bail him out, like a pal, and get a couple babes' numbers at the same time."
He opens the door.
Melissa Mao is there with a big smile.
In ~~MASTER'S CHOICE~~ there is the sound of a distant scream. Sousuke looks off at the windows, but determines it's not something he has to deal with.
He looks to Excellen, instead. THIS face is more of 'i did not understand your previous input.' He considers it for several long moments. "It is true," he says. "Feigning weakness or disability are some of the best ways to lure in an unsuspecting target. It is difficult to resist the possibilities of an enemy that is too frightened or weak to defend itself. That's true in nature as much as the battlefield." He nods to himself, grimly. "A tragic fact of nature, indeed."
His eyes are on the maid waitress like a hawk. Waiting for a revelation of her true intentions. The moment she strikes, he will be ready.
Pour. His every instinct says of course, absolutely not. But...Stadtfeldt does otherwise. His eyes are on her, too, sensing the flow of the situation from her. He doesn't know that he's a bit less high-strung without Kaname around, but he is (If she were here he might have beanbagged someone by now, of course). "...very well," he says, to the stuttering girl, before his attention returns to Kallen. Just something about how she carries herself...what is it. It's bothering him.
<Pose Tracker> Excellen Browning has posed.
As Mimi walks away to the counter with the orders for appetizers taken, Excellen watches her walk away. But she isn't leering. Instead she is tapping her index finger thoughtfully against her lips. She feels like she is missing something. And Ensign Browning is the sort of person who trusts her woman's intuition...
... but oh well, this is no time to be rude after all. Especially since she wrangled a couple of locals to drag in with her!
The bright blue eyes move away from the retreating figure of the maid waitress, and regard both Sagara and... did he say Stadtfeld? Hm! Something about that also causes her ponytail feel all twitchy-twitchy. "Well it's a pleasure to meet both of you. My name is Excellen Browning, though you can feel free to call me Exe-nee for short." She won't insist... after all, it's not like they're part of the same squad or anything! "I'm just stopping by to enjoy some local culture and cuisine while my transport shuttle is docked for refuelling."
Excellen's eyes slide toward another uniformed maid waitress as she walks by, before throwing a hand over her mouth and giggling, "Marvellous!! I really ought to stop by a local cosplay shop before we get back on the road... well, in the sky anyway."
At that moment, Sagara expounds upon her earlier comment in a way she didn't expect. Going into some exposition about using a soft target to lure in an unwary foe for an ambush... and even going so far as to compare the battlefied to the harsh realities of nature. Excellen meanwhile stares at him a bit wide eyed, "Wow~! I didn't realize you were such a profound thinker, Sagara-kun." The blonde then waggles a finger in admonition, "But! You have to remember, whether it's a shy girl in a maid outfit or some sort confident, blonde bombshell of a foreigner that a fragile girl's heart still beats in their chest." Excellen gestures to her own chest with both of her hands, "You should be careful not to do anything that will break this poor girl's heart, right?"
... she also notices the distant, agonized scream. "Yeah, like that!!"
She pauses as Mimi comes back to the table and lays out the tea and biscuits. Which are... well, usually she calls them cookies, but calling them biscuits is part of the experience after all! Then the tea, and of course her wine.
'Y-your wine, My L-L-Lady.'
Excellen can't help but smile a bit broader at that. Ah~! Of course when she was younger, she too would occasionally have romantic notions of marrying a handsome prince and going off together to live in a castle. As she holds up the wine glass in the palm of one hand and swirls the crimson contents inside, she even brings the glass her nose to sample its bouquet. Just like they do on those snooty wine tasting programs!
The sip confirms her suspicions though based on the quality of her surroundings: Not vinegar, but just about the quality you'd expect from a Neo-American drug store shelf. It's enough to dispel the dreamy illusion ... but at least she isn't sent gagging.
"A bit of Earl Grey for me, Mimi-chan~" Excellen replies, while taking a small biscuit decorated with a tiny pink heart and takes a small nibble. A bit of sweetness to help acquaint the wine with her palate. Just as she does so though her boobs start buzzing.
"Oops~!" Excellen finishes the rest of the biscuit in a single bite and moves as if reach down into the top of her dress. She pauses, gives a sly look at Sagara, then turns as if to hide what she's doing as she draws the phone out and snaps it open. She hms... then puffs out her cheeks in frustrtation, "Uggh!! Looks like they finished the refuelling early!!" Ensign Browning grumbles, "I guess I oughta go. The new Lieutenant is cute, but he gets this serious scowl on whenever I don't show up on time..."
... she glances towards Sagara again, "Yeah, like that!!" She says, once again.
Excellen hops up from the table, "Sorry to cut and run, I'll make sure to pay for everything up front before I go so I hope you'll get to stick around and enjoy the tea!! Oh..." She casually lifts up the wine glass and winks, "But none of this." She then tilts and empties the glass in a single swig before setting it back down on the table.
"Before I go though..."
Excellen holds out her phone to Stadtfeldt, "Would you mind taking a picture of me with Mimi? I'd just like something to take back with me to show the boys what fun they were missing!!" Assuming all agree, Excellen will pose in a picture with her arm around Mimi's shoulder, hand held up in a V-symbol while (of course) leaning forward to make sure her assets are on full display. Bullet-kun would be so disappointed otherwise, right?
<Pose Tracker> Emilia Eschonbach has posed.
"The... The. Earl Grey... is nicer. M-M-M-Mistress." Her words are getting harder to get out. "Um, s-sugar? Milk?" She kneels next to to the table- jarred, slightly, by the scream in the distance. Still, despite her neves, her hand is steady. Sugar, then tea, then milk, stir. Present to the guest. Repeat. She gets back to the table, pretending she didn't hear the things about Feigned weakness. But it makes sense to her. But does it worked if it's not feigned? Why does Mr Sagara know the core of how to make use of seemingly anything? Still... It might be of use for the Black Knights if she understood it.
Loneliness can give you *terrible* role models.
She's thrown off by Excellen, talking about a fragile girls heart, and she almost overpours Excellen's tea, only just able to recover. But she barely puts the pot down, Emilia gasps. But for once, Mr Manager is suddenly walking from the kitcen. There's definitely something... a touch Yakuza in how he carries himself, but he's got it tamped down. "Ah, My Lady, no photography please. If you'd like a photo with a Maid, this way please we have a booth! There's a small fee, of course."
'Mimi' and Excellen are lead to the back of the restaurant where... well. Someone's hacked apart a Print Club booth, loaded in a bunch of extra decorations, and got a slightly better better camera and removed the card slot. Mimi, of course, agrees- Photos are 60-40 to the waitress, and kind of pricey. Emilia's stance is very closed, 'traditional' maid stance. Hands crossed over her stomach, and keeping herself small, even cowed. That plastered on smile, and her eyes closed to hide the anger, distress and betrayal in her eyes.
When Mimi returns to the table though it's still there, though Kallen might be the only one who notices. No one else seems to. "Master, M-Mistress..." Her speech is a little easier but there's a hardness there. "Do... Do you r-r-r-require anything... anything else t-today?"
<Pose Tracker> Kallen Kozuki has posed.
For her part, Kallen is trying not to pay much attention to the screaming. It's... PROBABLY nothing to worry about after all. When introductions go around, of course she'll give her name. "R-right. Kallen Stadtfeld. It's been a pleasure meeting you... e-err... Exe-nee..." Of course calling her that is incredibly awkward for her... but she's getting somewhat used to Milly, and this woman is... Well, she can pivot around and make it work out.
She'll accept the offered tea, exactly as poured and portioned... She's far from being an expert on these flavors... It's another Britannian thing that's never stuck with her. But that also means she'll find the taste nice, even if it's a bit... cheaper in quality compared to what's advertised. Though when 'Mimi' leaves for a moment, and comes back still looking pained... That's worrying. She wants to reach out. Ask what's wrong... But that's not really possible here. Not during business hours. She'll just make it a plan to hang around the local area while she's doing those investigations. Stick near enough until closing time, so she can come back... They can talk then.
<Pose Tracker> Sousuke Sagara has posed.
"Browning," Sagara says, because Kurz taught him about the whole -neesan thing once and Mao pointed a knife at him after. Still...He seems to be considering Excellen's words deeply.
"Bombshell," he says, because he might be considering the wrong ones.
Still, when Excellen's lead off, he's left with Kallen for several moments. He considers the tea - and notices she drinks from it, and that all looks good. Alright. Oh....kay. Sure.
's tea, he decides. Sustaining. Sousuke's connection with food remains a mysterious one. He knows to drink slowly. But while Mimi's out, he does say, "Is something the matter, Stadtfeldt? You appear tense."
Mimi's return is...also tense. Unusual. Did Browning do something? ...well, she did seem rather forward. Hm. ...hm.
Nah, not worth worrying about. "Not at this time," he declares.
<Pose Tracker> Emilia Eschonbach has posed.
Emilia looks between the two, waiting for a response. But they seem to both be in their own modes. "...Of c-course, Master. M-M-Mistress." This. This might be easier. Once they finish, they'll leave, Emilia will clear the table, and the shift will continue. She knows she won't get good tips or sales from this, but it's fine. The normal pay is still enough, as long as she doesn't get more tables like this.
"Um, if... if you w-want anything else... You can r-ring the b-bell." She points to a little rope attached to a bell above the table. "Ex-" She stops. "Y-y-y-your friend... She already...already paid. S-s-s-so j-just let t-the maid on door know. That you've. Left." She's worse again. She stands up again, about to step back before- "Oh, um, w-would you like... a m-membership card?"
She pulls out the card, which looks like a pink card that says 'LICENSE OF YOUR EXCELLENCY', a fake membership number, and Lv. 1 Mistress/Master (as appropriate). On the back, a place for their name, their maid's name, and the date of the visit. And 'Mimi' sure is giving the look of someone who is used to hearing no.r
Turn a weakness into a strength...
Regardless of their choice, now Mimi steps back and bows again, standing up and holding her hands in a heart over her chest, and smiling that false smile. "Thank y-you f-for coming, Master! Th-thank you for coming, M-Mistress! I l-l-look forward to ssss-eeing you soon!" She steps around, to let them leave.
The Manager's voice comes through the air just after they leave. "Get that table clear, brit. Six top, coming in."