Iruka was still a bit, no, very shaky when Ryoki spoke to her, specially because of Ryoki's own stare, which made Iruka all the more conscious about how much that suit left her exposed. Iruka's eyes couldn't avoid the slightly more mature woman's figure, however and soon enough, Iruka found herself unconsciously comparing herself with Ryoki.

A small sigh of relief escaped Iruka's lips, as she noticed that she didn't had any particular lack, or excess of anything when compared with a grown woman. Perhaps, the only thing she needed was a bit more attitude? [i]"Anyway, what am I doing? I... I gotta focus. Keep your eyes out of breasts, Iruka."[/i] Iruka steeled herself, only to sigh in defeat when she looked bellow and her own chest came into her field of vision.

"A Long Island Iced Tea, or vodka, if it's not available for the miss." Iruka repeated Royoki's order as she noted it down with a pen retrieved from the only place that she could carry something while wearing an outfit like this... a thigh strap, obviously. Iruka flinched a bit, though surprisingly she didn't felt the urge to step away from the pat that Ryoki gave her, despite her mild phobia of being touched. To say the truth, it felt kinda good, as if Ryoki was an older sister trying to calm her, which made Iruka wonder what her family would say if they could see her now. [i]"Mother would probably die, but dad..."[/i] Well, it wouldn't be a problem since Iruka isn't going back home anytime soon, or possibly nevermore, even so, she shuddered a bit.

"Thank you, miss." Iruka smiled shyly as soon as Ryoki broke contact with her, feeling all the more better now, "I guess, I'm not very used to the life in a big city yet, thank you, again." Iruka bowed politely, before noticing that said gestured exposed her cleavage all the more and bolting straight up with her face as red as the suit she was wearing "So... sorry!" she spoke hastly, taking her left hand to her chest to calm her speeding heart.

With that said, Iruka turned to Shou with a wry smile on her stamped on her face as her embarrassment returned all of a sudden, now that she was talking to a man. "Ju... just i... ice, for the mister, the... then." Iruka managed to repeat Shou's order amidst a fit of stutters. It wasn't like the older, white haired man was looking at Iruka in any kind of weird way, to say the truth, he even looked sympathetic to Iruka's plight, in her eyes. Nevertheless, being looked at by a male, while wearing something as like this bunnygirl suit made Iruka tremble reflexively.

Suddenly, Iruka found herself absentmindedly staring at Shou (when did staring people down became an habit for her? Iruka wondered), even after he'd placed his order, which was actually a sign that she should be leaving to the bar, by now. "Sor... sorry, mister. I'll be back in no time." Iruka tried to excuse herself and leave in order to avoid any further blunders when Oliver came in and asked asked her for a drink.

Iruka had to admit that she didn't knew a bit about alcohol, tobacco and things like that, since she never drunk before and actually avoid the company of people who did, to the point that people at college often called her a boring virgin nerd, which is nothing but the truth, except for one detail. What irony that her first paid job was as a bunnysuit-clad waitress of a casino, not? Anyway, "A White Russian, right?" Iruka noted Oliver's order with care, to make sure she wouldn't bring back the wrong drink, before almost bowing again, avoiding the needless exposure of her chest by a hair's breath.

[i]"That was a close one."[/i] Iruka thought as she regarded Yutaro with a tense smile, wondering if she had done her job right, since Iruka overheard some of the other girls talking on the lockers about how the house used them as eye candy to distract the less savvy patrons, though Iruka really didn't had any idea of how that worked.

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A few minutes later and Iruka would be back with the orders, carefully placing them before Ryoki, Shou and Oliver and covering her chest with the service tray before bowing with the knowledge that now her bust was somewhat harder to look at. "Thank you for your patronage, Miss and Misters, I wish you luck." Iruka managed to repeat the phrase the other waitresses taught her without any blunders, before casting an expectant gaze over them as she said. "Now, is there anything else that I can do for you?"

The fact that she was naively waiting for the huge tips that the other girls ravished about was so painfully obvious that Iruka couldn't avoid but blush and fidget restlessly as beads of cold sweat formed on her brow as Iruka wondered if her behavior wasn't an ill seen one.
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