No Waifu No Laifu • Private, Job [Ita, Kai, Kyo, Erika]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

"Erm... Monsieur Devonanski? Isn't this a bit too revealing?" the sheepish elf girl called out from behind the changing room door, trying to wedge herself properly into the last part of her costume. It wasn't exactly comfortable, wearing a latex bunny girl costume, but none of the maid costumes could fit her in the... Well... Chest department. Not even this was really fitting her, as the slayer found herself having to constantly pull the padding back up before it slipped down completely. But it was either this or the cat girl costume, which was just even more revealing. And there was no way she was wearing something like that. All she could think about what her mother would think if she caught her in that. Hell, what would she think if she even saw her like this? Probably disown her or something, especially having already caught her in some more than questionable clothing in Sorcerer's Weekly before. If she knew she would be around a bunch of men like this, she would probably have a heart attack.
She pulled at the see through stockings which clung to her delicate legs tightly, almost as if they had become one with her skin, trying to smooth them out.

"Too revealing?" The portly man scoffed from the other side of the door. The french woman could just hear his wicked smile from here. "Well then, we could always try the cat girl-"

"Absolutely not" Astrid cut him off sternly, glaring towards the door with narrowed purple optics.

"Oh well, i tried" the owner chuckled.
The silvernette sighed, patting down the last bump in her stockings before adjusting the big purple rabbit ears stuck atop her head. She had heard from some of her other guild mates that the owner had quite the perverted mind, and now only having spent ten minutes in his presence she knew what they meant. As soon as she walked into the cafe she noticed him looking her over, drool practically hanging out of his wide mouth, like some sort of hungry lion gazing upon its prey. If she had known all of this before accepting the job she would have never agreed to it... All she wanted to do was go on a few relaxing and easy jobs to cool down from some of the bigger jobs she has been going on lately... The only problem was there seemed to be no quick and easy jobs without some sort of consequence... And to think today she could have just stayed home and rested instead of being shoved into a tight bunny costume...
"Lady Astrid, if you're ready you can come out~ I do need to make sure you look up to par with my expectations." The amount of pleading in his voice wasn't helping the situation at all. Astrid was even more reluctant to reveal herself to anyone dressed like this. But the wizard saint was known for not being able to say no to anyone in need of something, and this was just another case where her do good nature was dominating all of her emotions. A light blush covered over her face, pulling at the padding over her chest one more time before pushing the door handle and walking out into the hallway. She stood in front of the stocky man, avoiding his gaze by looking over to the side and covering her chest the best as she could with crossed arms. The man twirled his mustache with glee, laughing quietly to himself. Astrid became even more annoyed and embarrassed, feeling his gaze look over every inch of her being.
"Most excellent. I was worried the bunny girl would be too small for you too, but if anything it does you justice."
Her blush reddened, and her features just became even more annoyed.
"However my dear, as long as i would love to look at you all day i have other participants to check on, so feel free to start taking orders on your own. I expect great things from a wizard saint, so don't disappoint. Not that your body will..." Taking one more second to look upon her a drop of blood would start dripping out from his nose. He turned away before using a sleeve to wipe the, muttering a "good luck" or something under his breath before walking away towards the other changing rooms.
Astrid watched him leave, more self conscious than she had ever felt before. Sexually harassed even, just with words. Normally someone would have said something if they felt harassed, but Astrid had never been one for confrontation, especially not towards her employer. Perhaps a bad trait to have, in this case, as her silence could just be taken as her agreeing with him... But she could just not gather up the courage to say anything, and instead allowed her annoyance to burn within her.
Her blush finally began to fade away now that she was no longer under the eye of the perverted man, looking towards the entrance to the cafe part of the building. She shuffled in place, not wanting to reveal herself to the public. But either way, she knew she would have to eventually. She slumped her shoulders forward.

"How did i get myself into this one?" she breathed out, beginning to walk towards the entrance and into the cafe to begin her work.

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And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

Astrid turned the corner towards the entrance of the cafe and looked out over the empty chairs and tables, letting out a sigh of relief when no customers appeared to have come in yet. They had just opened maybe ten minutes ago, so it wasn't really surprising. After all who would be up so early to go to a cafe anyway? It was only 8am. They'd have to be die hard fans of this sort of thing, or perverts. Or both. Or maybe today would be in her favor and it be slow with the minimum amount of customers, though it was really too early to tell.
With nothing to do until customers actually started coming in the silvernette leaned against the wall, contemplating if she should go back and try the other outfits on until Ita broke the silence of the room.
Ah yes, she had almost forgotten her team mate had also agreed to this job. Surprising, yet knowing the weasel, not exactly uncommon. He was a mysterious one, and by his appearance now he simply became even more of an enigma...
Her purple gaze looked down, spotting the boy squatting near the floor while wearing the maid outfit she had teasingly said to wear. The slayer blinked, before letting a snicker escape from her lips. "Oh my gosh, you actually wore it?" She clasped her hands over her mouth in an attempt to stop herself from having a loud outburst of laughter. "It was a joke." She had assumed the youkai would end up wearing a butler outfit, or whatever else the boss had in the back for boys, but never in her dreams would she have thought he would actually go along with her joke of a suggestion. The slayer wiped away some of her building tears, trying to compose herself in case a customer would walk in at that exact moment.
But at that moment, it was not a customer that joined them. Instead it was a... Ballerina?
The guild master's gaze traveled over to the strange woman, looking over the detailed outfit she wore seemingly so proudly. Hold on, there were ballerina costumes back there? Astrid could not recall any outfits of the sort. So did that mean different rooms had different outfits?
It then clicked, and all made sense. Did that mean the boss wanted her to be in this specific outfit? Had he dragged her back there knowing this was the only outfit that would fit her, just so he could fulfill his sick fantasies?
The want to strange the man flooded into the dragon slayer's system, causing her fingertips to prickle and tingle with agitation. "I got...Played." she thought bitterly, the corner of her mouth twitching despite trying her best to keep a smile.

Amidst her thoughts the chime of the bell came, and with it, a customer. Becoming frantic and unready to deal with a person in these circumstances the slayer fumbled about, blindly looking for the pen and paper which the boss had said he left on the counter in order for her to keep track of the orders.
Once she retrieved said items the silvernette rushed over towards the table, flashing a smile of apology at the person. "Good morning ma'am what would you like to-" feeling the familiar presence of the soul in front of her Astrid stopped mid sentence and focused her eyes upon the woman. The brown and pink hair, the powerful magical energy, it was unmistakable. It was Erika.
For what seemed like minutes Astrid stood there in silence, smiling with wide eyes, but yet holding a weird sense of emptiness on her features. It was almost too hard to believe, that Erika was sitting right in front of her... As she wore a skimpy bunny costume... It was almost the same level as your parents finding out you were a prostitute, something she could never live down, and something she knew Erika would never let her forget. Her life flashed before her eyes as she stared off into space. If one were to look close enough, they may even see a small tear escaping her eye.
The only thing to move after a few moments of heavy silence, were her eyes. They looked over Erika once more, as if she had to make sure this was her. But sadly, her eyes were not playing tricks on her today.
In a split moment, Astrid broke the silence. She shoved her face into Erika's, her expression turning from an emotionless husk into that of pure anger and irritation.
"What are you doing here?!" she growled in a quiet whisper, not wanting the whole cafe to hear her having a problem with the woman.
Seriously, what was she doing here? There could have been no possible way the thread mage should know she was here, and she doubted she was a regular or something. It was like she had followed her here, for the specific reason to try and make fun of her.

Little to say, this was going to be a horrible job enough without Erika here. Adding her was just the cherry on top.

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