Wearing a chic child dress in front of the mirror, with a blonde long hair and an ungrateful face, isn't that cute? A girl named. - It's me.
"Marc, you're so cute! If we grow up like this, we'll have enough customers."
Oneesan needs to come. Well, so am I, a handsome father and his never-ending mother's child. Unfortunately, neighboring comparisons tend to be out-of-standard, but quite so.
"Onii-chan, it doesn't seem like it's going to be a lot, so I'll pull it a bit..."
"You, you're driving me away, aren't you?
I delivered a protest story to Nicolas dressed and dressed in Pamela's clothes. By the way, Nicolas is no makeup with the unanimous consent of her sisters. It's enough without makeup, and on the contrary, it could destroy good.
Pamela looked worried as she stared at Nicolas.
"Mark. It seems that there are men who don't come back from time to time when they're dressed as women, so be careful. I think it's better for Mark, a boy..."
Why would you say that to Pamela? Do I look so satisfied right now? No, I don't think so. I want to believe I'm okay. I'm not really happy that you're making me look like a jerk!
― ― After calming down the inner Patos, I asked my sister what she was worried about.
"By the way, fewer people were in the room, but are they already open?
While I was dressed up as a woman, the population density in the waiting room was much better.
"It's open, and when customers come in, it feels like we're going to be seated more and more."
My sister, who was in charge of my costume, told me. If you're going to be a girl, you have to be careful where you can't see it! That said, trying to rip off my underwear to get girls to wear it is going to be a trauma for a while.
Well then, shall I leave the rest to Pamela? Oh, yeah. You're not Marc at work, you're Marie, right?
That's how onee-san winked. Still, I think it's been a long time, but I wonder why a nice woman's wink gets so hot. Even if I do, it won't work because my mouth looks like a Scorpio woman.
"Well, then, Marie-chan? Let's go to the kitchen."
Pamela looks sorry and takes me and Nicolas to the kitchen. I'm wearing a skirt so I can't walk half as reliably as my lower body. It makes me feel like I'm walking with one pair of pants, but it's amazing how the women of the world always operate in this precarious state.
In the kitchen, a sister who seems to be older than the owner of the store, Camilla, took the dishes out of the magic tool vault and lined them up on the table.
"Oh, Marc, you're so cute. Well then, let's go, but this is table three, please."
I asked for a correction with the look of giving up everything.
"Marie, please."
"Fufu, you got a nice name."
This sister's name is Edda. He used to work in another night's shop. Camilla told me that the customer was fired because he couldn't get out with his age. The customer herself was fed up with customer service, so she gladly turned around.
It was introduced yesterday because it is necessary to work with the hall staff.
"Well then, why don't we go with the three of us? Watch and learn the tricks."
Follow Pamela and start each trip with a drink and snack on the tray.
There are customers in the shop who have already started selling, and the sisters are accompanying the drinks and talking to each other.
I thought walking in the store while the three cute little ones (including me) were solidified might catch the customer's attention, but apparently the customer is obsessed with oneesan.
Then Pamela approaches the table where the customer and oneesan talk and say, "Excuse me," she gently interprets and places the drinks and snacks on the table without making a sound.
We learned about it, and just as quietly put it on the table, we baptized and left.
Returning to the kitchen, Pamela exhales.
"How was it? I know it's tough, but good luck today."
Pamela will cheer us up with an interactive face.
Eh, ah, yeah.
Perhaps the waiter is right to turn off the signs and immerse herself in the conversation between the customer and the woman in the shop. In a way, it was too easy for me to cross my shoulder, but it seemed like it was too much for the familiar Pamela.
From the second time, almost Pamela served me, but when I couldn't carry one tray, or when I got an order, I and Nicolas came out.
Has it been about an hour since then? At the same time as a new customer came in, I felt a little noisy in the store. Looks like the group is coming in.
A sneak peek from the kitchen revealed that Camilla was talking to a middle-aged man with a tough face. Perhaps this is the soldier who came from the capital.
"Welcome. Mr. Morrison."
"Oops, it's been a long time since you remembered."
"Well, the last time I drank so flashy, it's not something I can forget."
Camilla laughs naughtily.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that time. So, I may cause trouble again, but I brought my men here this time.... will you let them all in?
Morrison asks with a slightly unfortunate face. Apparently, it's not the type of soldier who wears a hat and gets on well. I can feel it.
"Fufu, this time it's okay because I'm well prepared. But it's not in the store, it's on the roof, okay?
"Rooftop? I don't know, Camilla. Mom's suggestion doesn't matter, right? Let me show you around."
Camila nodded and led the soldiers toward the back door of the store. At the same time, several sisters followed me from the waiting room.
Edda, who was peeking over my head, banged her hand.
"Come on, I'm gonna be busy from here!