It was obvious.
After finally getting a sucker through the door, Heat Haze was ready to fleece us.
"So you're not even trying to get repeat customers?"
She didn't even deny it, saying outright:
"Let's get through this phase first."
Once we entered the private room, with no other maids or customers around, she stopped bothering to keep up appearances.
Not only did she sit down to eat, she even scooped Barbara up right in front of me and sniffed her...
Although Barbara smelled lovely, she didn't seem to like Heat Haze, who was always scowling at me, so she wriggled her bottom and edged back toward me.
Steak, pasta, and a cup brimming with love (just white peach juice).
Although the price was outrageous, considering the location and the high-end decor, it wasn't actually that hard to swallow (mainly because I had money in my account).
And the steak really was cooked well.
"Hey, everyone, listen up! I've got a great idea to revitalize the Maid Café!"
I wasn't particularly eager to hear Mono's harebrained ideas, because whenever she had a sudden brainstorm and called it a "great idea," I was usually the one who suffered.
"What terrible idea have you come up with this time?"
"What do you mean, terrible idea? I'm seriously thinking about how to make maid culture flourish again! There's no reason a piece of otaku cultural heritage like this should die out in the New World. Even girls like cute, pretty girls! Besides, they dream of being pampered young ladies too, right?"
She was brimming with righteous indignation and enthusiasm, though I had no idea what she was getting so excited about.
"Uh-huh. And?"
"Sure, if you want to see a maid, you just have to put on a maid outfit. Anyone can do