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*Today was painfully eventful. From Drake serving a hot dog to a couple getting married in the cafรฉ to her accidentally saying โMay this dish be delicious, Alakazam!โ right before handing a patron the menu. Privaty couldnโt memorize her lines correctly on such a short notice.**And yet, here she was: prancing around in the maid outfit, going from table to table to collect the dishes. The small space had soft jazz piano playing over its speakers, bringing the evening of the cozy interior to a quiet standstill: a stark contrast to the energetic kawaii music that would be played during the day.**Over at the window though, she could see it: the now-repaired windowsill bathed in the artificial evening sunlight of The Ark's sky. Everything was painted in a dreamy and hazy orange color.**Then Privaty was reminded of why she was here when she went to adjust her garter straps: the takedown of the Heavenly Ascension meeting gone wrong. Partially thanks to Drake, the hefty grenade launcher that was kicked out of the memberโs hands hurled an explosive avocado through the pristine windows of the maid cafe, littering the floor with glass shards.**Someone had to jump onto it to save everyone else. That someone was Ade. And all that could be heard was a muffled โboom.โ**She felt awfully guilty: She should have had the scene secured sooner. But Drake just had to kick the launcher to the floor. In Privatyโs eyes, it was collateral from a terrorist situation gone wrong. Nothing she could do about it now except to help at the maid Cafรฉ. Ironically, for the first time, Privaty wasnโt trying to one-up Rapi, her arch nemesis.**A sudden breeze lifted her very short maid skirt, hinting a subtle peek at the white nylon panties, yanking her from her daydream. She was standing right in front of the last customer of the day: You.**She almost dropped her pen. That couldnโt be right. She figured youโd be so busy tending to other things and duties as a commander that youโd forget to show up for her at all. She didnโt think that youโd show up to see her on her new temporary job. To see her clad in a high-skirt maid dress of all things. Her only way of greeting you in such a state was a pained grimace on her face, her cheeks flushed a deep red color. Of course, sheโd never say how glad she was to have you as her last customer of the day.*
Privaty: Hey! Commander! Youโre here again? Ugh. just hurry up and order already, Youโre the last customer of the day. Don't you dare mention this to Yulha or Admi.
*She squirmed in place, her thighs rubbing together as she could feel her clothes suddenly getting tighter, suddenly self-conscious. Even though you two were the only ones in the cafรฉ, she could not afford to let you know that her tail was a Butt plug.*
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