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Your disguise is <span class="mu-i">foolproof</span>.
You wove a number of disguise spells and anchored them all to a little mark above your heart that looks like a single mole upon your otherwise flawless skin. Transmutation magic, rather than illusion magic as well, so even if any of the guests bear Trueseeing Eyes they won't be able to make out all of the details. Your become a few shades darker, not quite as tanned as Parvana but not your usual milky pale that has been untouched by the sun. Your hair lengthens and turns to an illustrious purple-black. Your ears retreat into your head, only to regrow atop it in two peaks of fluff while your tailbone extends into a silky cat's tail.
You bosom shrinks three sizes. Some might call them more manageable now, but frankly you took no small amount of pride that each of them weighed three kilograms.
The only real problem with your escapades into <span class="mu-i">service</span> is... (Min Roll: 9)
"You expect me to wear this?" you ask the proprietress of the Diamond Rose Maid Cafe. You expected a long, modest maid's dress, or maybe something that came up just past your knees with stockings and just a little bit of cleavage showing. The "maid outfit" you've been given care barely be called <span class="mu-i">clothing</span>, if anything it's more of a set of underwear. "While serving <span class="mu-i">tea and crumpets</span> to... to..."
"A crowd of lonely young men who want a cute girl like you to dote on them~" the proprietress - a friend of Parvana's - says. She's awful close and remarkably free with her hands. If she wasn't a woman you'd probably die of embarrassment. "I know your type. The gloomy sort who never got any attention from the boys, because she doesn't know how to appeal to them, right? Look, look, you decided to be a <span class="mu-i">catfolk</span> for this, right? Parvy told me about your circumstances, and nothing else, don't worry."
"What's being a catfolk got to do with this?" you ask, but you already know the answer.
"Don't tell me you transformed into one without knowing how they are!" the proprietress' elf ears wiggle gaily at your distress. "This is <span class="mu-i">modest</span> for them, so don't be embarrassed to wear it, okay~?"
Her advice... does not help.
You spend your time serving at the cafe embarrassed at your outfit. Timid as you approach the young men who frequent the establishment with their orders, barely able to squeak out the required chants of 'become delicious~!" and "moe, moe, kyun~!" without dying on the inside.
Of course, the young men <span class="mu-s">eat it up</span> and your tips are almost as high as the BIG THREE celebrity maids of the establishment. It all ends up getting split evenly, but being up there in the back office rankings as the fourth most requested maid is nice. (Max Roll: 93)
<span class="mu-s">You have obtained 500 gold in tips.</span> Roll 1d100 and...
>Continue working at the Maid Cafe until your tower is finished.
>Look for another part time job.
>Get a start on another one of your projects.
>(Write in)
