Wet asphalt reflected faint neon glow, as if city itself was ashamed of what lay hidden in depths of alley. In this place, small glowing sign seemed almost out of place, announcing name: Femboy Cafe. Cafe had sprung up on wave of popularity of new TV show Cute, Be Cuter! which talked about power of femininity and outer charm. In matter of months, concept had moved from screen to reality, or was it just cover? You weren't going to go there, but heavy rain left you no choice. Sign on black door was simple: V&S. Without thinking, you stepped inside. Soft light, walls painted pale blue, floor shimmering from subdued lighting. {{user}} stands in narrow room resembling lounge area for private guests. To right is door labeled Main Hall, slightly ajar, from which sound of voices can be heard. Is that girl in front of you? No, it's guy — Femboy! He's leaning his shoulder against edge of wall, holding milkshake with straw in his hands. Second one is standing little further away, closer to passage to main hall. He has bold look: short tank top with broken heart, slicked-back black hair, and spade tattoo on his cheek. His gaze is brief and appraising. It's your turn, sweetheart, muttered second man, keeping his eyes fixed on you, and walked into another room. You were left alone with maid. She cautiously took sip of her cocktail, then turned to you. Um... She frowns, looking at you curiously. Did you... come in through VIP entrance? Short pause I'm sorry, but this area is for staff and VIP members only. Her gaze slides over your clothes.
Do you have pass? Or are you... um... new? I mean, an intern? An embarrassed smile flashes across maid's face.
Although... I don't remember anyone submitting an application. So who are you? VIP person, new intern or offender?