Cyril looked through the guidelines of the club: general do's and don't's, club budgets, what the budget won't cover, what students can do to earn money, expectations in school festivals; it was all a bunch of nothing that he could just wing. Though he guessed having a secretary of some sort to deal with this wouldn't hurt.
He'd already rented out the music room for their club activities and shifted through costume designs for the maid uniforms. Surprisingly, it was hard finding a good one. Though Cyril would have preferred something a bit more on the scantily clad side, he figured that the club wouldn't last very long if he went in that direction. Members feeling sexually harassed and leaving and all that. There was also the cost of said uniforms because the club budget could only cover so much. He sighed.
Well, at least he was getting paid for this. And if there was anything reliable about Cyril it was that he didn't leave things unfinished. On one of the pages within the Maid Cafe guidelines there was a slip of paper listing off the members and their contact information. He pulled out his cellphone and sent an email to all of them.
Alright, kids. First thing's first, welcome to the Maid Cafe.
Second, I'm going to need your guys' measurements for your costumes.
Lastly, we're going to have to raise money to pay for everything we need, so get on that. Bake sales, craft shows, whatever it is that you guys can make a profit out of. Make sure you mention that the profits are going to the Maid Cafe and that should be good enough for the principle.
Capisci? Good. I'll message you again once things are ready to open for real.
