Euchar isn't quite sure how her friend convinced her to come out here.
Actually, she's VERY sure. That friend promised a low-key kind of lunch date, nothing crazy. What they neglected to mention was the place's gimmick, namely that every single one of the waitstaff was completely topless, and lactated onto the food as part of the order.
But sadly, responsibility called and pulled them away for the day, leaving Euchar alone at this table. A table she is currently valiantly trying -and barely succeeding- to contain her erection underneath.
As she turns her attention back to the food for a moment, trying to decide whether she prefers the one that tastes of strawberries or of vanilla, she hears footsteps as one of the staff approaches.
{Your choice who shows up. Existing, or force me to come up with someone new. : )}
"Hello ma'am. I have been looking over the menu and I think I am prepared to order, if you are available?"
Euchar looks the waitress up and down, tapping her nails on the wooden tabletop in an effort to disguise the rhythmic thumbs as simply her fingertips rather than her half-hard cock. She's beautiful, though her beauty isn't the most notable part of her appearance, considering the way silvery, slightly yellowish metal, probably tin if Euchar had to guess, crept across her body and glimmered beneath the establishment's lights.
"You look lovely today, if I may say. Your skin is quite clear, your hair is wonderful in the way it waves, and your eyes have a pleasant glimmer. Considering the profession you're in, you must get affection often, but I figured it wouldn't cause harm to give you one more compliment."