“Doesn't that sound interesting?”
“Try your best. If you beat me in the tip race, I won't ever call you a brat again.”
Chapter 3
“Faeries! Finally, the awaited week has come!”
“Yes, Mi Mademoiselle!”
“Let's start the tip race with enthusiasm!”
Applause and cheering resounded through the store.
“Now then, as everyone knows... The establishment of this 'Charming Faeries' Inn dates back four-hundred years, during the reign of His Majesty, Henry III, also called Tristain Attraction King. His Majesty Henry III, known to be a peerlessly handsome man, was said to be the reincarnation of a fairy.”
Scarron began to speak in an absorbed manner.
“One day, that king visited the city in secret. And then, amazingly, he set his foot in this unopened bar. At that time, the store's name was 'Eel's Bed' Inn, which didn't have a bit of appeal or anything at all. There, the king, how about it! Fell in love with a waitress girl he met there!”
Then Scarron shook his head sadly.
“But... a king should not fall in love with a girl from a bar... In the end, the king gave up on this love. Then... the king prepared a bustier and sent it to the girl as a memento of their love. My ancestors were greatly impressed by that love and changed the store's name, basing it on the bustier. What a beautiful story...”
“What a beautiful story! Mi mademoiselle!”
“That is this 'Charming Faeries' Bustier'!”
Emphatically, Scarron stripped off his outer garments and trousers. This time, Saito, who had been watching distantly, went “Ouue” and vomited. That was because Scarron was wearing a short and sexy, black bustier that fit Scarron's body perfectly.
“This 'Charming Faeries' Bustier' that the king sent to the girl he loved four-hundred years ago is my family's heirloom! This bustier has a magic that allows it to change its size depending on its wearer's constitution as well as the magic ‘Attraction’ cast on it.”
“It's wonderful! Mi mademoiselle!”
“Nnnn~! Très bien!”
Scarron posed with an ecstatic voice.
At that time... Surprisingly, the feeling “It's not too bad” rose up inside Saito. Good will towards Scarron... that type of feeling. Even though his appearance was that disgusting, wasn't it okay in its own way? Saito started feeling.
Saito then realized it. This was the identity of the “Attraction” magic! But Scarron's appearance in it was so much of a minus, the effect could only get to “It fits so-so”.
I see. Because the wearer is Scarron, I only thought to that level. If a normal girl wore it... I might see her as a peerless beauty. Magic really is scary, Saito nodded.
Still posing, Scarron continued his speech.
“The fairy that wins the tip race that starts this week will be given the rights to wear this 'Charming Faeries' Bustier' for a da-y! Geez! I wonder how much tips one would get on the day she wears it! I get excited just thinking about it! And that's why everyone should try her best!”
“Yes! Mi mademoiselle!”
“Very good! Well then, everyone! Hold your glass!”
The girls held up their glasses all at once.
“To the tip race's success and business, prosperity and...”
There, Scarron cut off his words and stood up straight with a serious look after clearing his throat. And then, not in his usual feminine language, but in a proper middle-aged man's voice, he said, “a prayer to Her Majesty the Queen's health. Cheers.”
And raised his wine cup.
Now then, the tip race started like this, but...
Because she thought that at this rate, she wouldn't get any tips, Louise decided to stop talking. Louise realized that she would anger the customer whenever she opened her mouth. That's why she decided to be as silent as she could. Deciding that, she was pouring wine for a certain customer when he talked to her. Success. It's a chance to get a tip.
“Hey, you, just for a bit. Show me your hand.”
Louise put out her hand.
“I practice divination, so I'll divine for you.”
The customer looked at Louise's palm and said this
“According to my divination, you... were born as a flour grinder. Am I right?”
How dare you compare the likes of a flour grinder to a noble like me? What a thing.
The man divined further.
“Oh! You're like that right? Got a guy you like?”
She thought of her familiar's face. She couldn't forgive herself for thinking that. I don't have one. Louise shook her head.
“No? You do, don't you?! Then I'll divine your compatibility with him... Wah! I'm surprised!”
The man tragically shook his head.
“Worst.”
I know that even if you don't tell me. I know it too well. Besides, I don't like him in the first place.
Offended, Louise gave her thanks for the divination with her foot. To Louise, the person closest to her of the opposite sex was Saito. Her habit of treating Saito accidentally came out. Habits are scary.
“Wh-what's with you?! You brat!”
I'm not a brat. I'm sixteen. She wanted to respond, but firmly stayed quiet. I decided to stay quiet just a moment again, didn't I?
“Say something! You pipsqueak!”
I'm just slow to grow. What a mean thing to say.
Thinking to properly tell the customer her age, Louise kicked the customer's face up sixteen times. The guest was flattened.
Well, it was this way the whole time, so Louise didn't get any tips that day.
Louise shuddered that as a result of trying to remain silent, the number of times the sole of her foot would fly increases in place of her abusive language. It seems the feelings she could not express out loud were said by her foot's sole instead.
On the next morning, Louise consulted with Saito on what to do. Saito proposed that to prevent her foot's sole from flying, Louise should take off her panties and do work, and was hit.
The second day.
Louise was careful to not let her foot fly.
To keep herself smiling no matter what someone said, she placed wire in her mouth and fixated her face into a smile. The fully prepared waitress Louise never stopped smiling. But... She didn't receive any tips. She held back and kept the bottom of her feet from flying, and she fixated her smile. But even then.
Wow, the problem came from her hand.
A customer took interest in the waitering Louise. It seems he liked her face.
“Oh, you're... a bit cute, aren't ya? Pour for me.”
The man was satisfied with Louise's face, but soon realized a certain fault. Her chest. What's this. Completely flat. Unintentionally, teasing words came spilling out.
“What's with you? Don't tell me you're a boy? Well, your face is so-so though... Listen, let me teach you a trick. At least round up some cloths and stuff it in there. If you do that, you'll become number one here! Gahaha! Now pour some for me.” By that man's words, her face's muscles started twitching, but her smile was safely fixated by the wire. At this rate, it was supposed to go well thanks to the wire.
But it wasn't so.
Louise had poured the wine onto the man's head.
“What are you doin'?!”
The man stood up. Louise, sensing danger to her body, slammed the wine bottle into his head.
The man crumbled to the floor so she did not have to pour for him anymore, but she didn't get any tips.
Like this, Louise was shocked that every time someone made fun of her breasts' size, her hand would move on its own and have the customer's head drink the wine.
On the next morning, Louise consulted with Saito. Saito proposed that to keep herself from letting the customers' head drink the wine, she should place the wine bottle in-between her breasts and pour.