>>1841696She gives us another artificial smile and bows, and with that a boy with glasses who is sitting on a table behind her ducks his head a little bit to see the girl’s butt. We go forward and follow her indications. A girl moping the floors – who is not dressed like a French maid but as a Buneary, with a tight leotard and a hairband with fluffy ears - leads us to a door near the bathrooms and knocks, then tells us to wait.
Around thirty seconds later a woman opens the door. She looks at us, first at our faces; then takes a quick look at our bodies.
“For the job, right? Not bad. You’ll do. Come inside.”
There is a very small office and we’re invited to take a sit inside.
“This isn’t rocket science. We’ll take any girl who can mop a floor or carry around a tray and is good looking” the woman explains. “There’s three positions to fill in, and we have positions available in all of them. First there’s waiting tables; you smile, you act courteous all the time and you try your best to remember the orders; you can screw up and it’s perfectly fine, people don’t care; but every time you do you have to apologize bowing as deeply as you can, and as you might’ve already noticed that means flashing all you’ve got. Sounds interesting? We need two more.”
