Get a head start on humiliating Miranda while you wait

As Miranda stands in front of you scowling, you take a moment to think about this fortuitous turn of events. When you had told Charles about your choices, you didn't really think about half-Asians, though in hindsight you really should have. Luckily, it seems that the 'Doc' that caused all of this to happen did think about it, at least enough to find a solution to the effective paradox you created. Still, you were curious as to how exactly it was solved. And while taking Charles' advice of 'not thinking about it' worked out for you so far, you were curious as to Miranda's attitude towards you.

"So, you have to obey me too then?" you ask her. Miranda gives you a hateful glare and purses her lips, refusing to answer. You sigh and tell her, "Answer my questions honestly. Do you have to obey me?"

Miranda grits her teeth, then says, "Yes, but that doesn't mean I have to LIKE taking orders from a loser like you. I don't know how or why you of all people have this kind of authority over me, but you clearly don't deserve it."

"To the point where you have been doing your best to resist obeying?" you ask.

"Why wouldn't I resist?" Miranda responds, "It's not like I would listen to you at all if I had a choice, but you keep overriding my free will. That's not cool."

"You didn't complain when I was ordering your boss around," you point out.

"Why would I have a problem with that?" she asks with a raised brow, "Other than it getting me involved, of course. It's a little weird you can do that, but it's just one of those things about the world I'm never going to understand."

Well this was certainly interesting. You knew that according to your chosen societal modifier, everyone falling under the definition of 'Asian women' (which again, in hindsight you probably should have clarified better when you had the chance) should be perfectly willing to listen to your demands. They don't have to like the orders themselves, as Saori demonstrated earlier, but ultimately taking orders from you in and of itself is something they are perfectly fine with, seen as an inconvenience at most. Miranda, however, is a different story: she's obviously unhappy following your orders, and as futile as it is to do so, she does everything she can to fight you every step of the way. Yet as defiant as she is, she still has no problem seeing you order other Asian women around, just her. You theorize that this was how Doc solved the 'half-Asian' problem: making them be obedient only half the time (or a quarter, or an eighth, or whatever) wouldn't be very effective, so instead your measure of control over them is somewhat more limited. In Miranda's case, you could still control her actions through direct orders, but unlike everyone else she recognized your control over her as being unnatural. Not enough so to make the connection that you ordering her boss around should be unnatural too, but enough that unlike everyone else so far she can actually despise the fact that she has to obey you. Hell, it's possible that her not wanting to risk having to obey you is why she was trying so hard to get you to leave the restaurant earlier, and why she wanted to avoid serving you so bad.

Of course, there's also the possibility that Miranda is just such a colossal bitch that even the societal modifier isn't enough to completely override her normal nature. Charles did warn you that there would be outliers when it came to how people reacted to the new societal norms you were creating. You'll have to gauge other people's reactions, and possibly find someone else to 'experiment' with to know for certain, but either way you're pretty sure that having to be more direct with Miranda means that you won't be able to play the same kind of mind games with her that you were able pull with Mina and Saori... which suits you just fine. Not only were you more than happy to see Miranda serve you unwillingly after all the shit she gave you, but her being more or less fully aware of the situation she was in offered a nice change of pace from Mina's disinterested but unquestioning obedience and Saori's now unwavering devotion.

Anyways, you've wasted enough time overthinking things. There would be time for that later. For now, it was time to start setting up Miranda's humiliation.

"Alright, first thing's first: as much as you don't want to do so, you WILL be serving us this afternoon," you tell her.

"...Dammit," Miranda growls, "Fuck you."

"Maybe later," you say, before continuing, "For now, I want to make a change to your dress code."

"Don't you dare..." Miranda snarls.

"Why not? It's not you can say no," you point out, "Anyway, you're going to be serving us in the nude. Well, other than your waitress' apron, of course. You need something to keep your notepad in."

"Fuck you," she repeats, even as her hands begin undoing the tie of the blouse around her neck. She glares down at her hands spitefully, and you watch as she untucks it from her apron before yanking it off over her head angrily. You only have a few seconds to admire her large creamy white breasts nestled in a red silk bra before she crumples the shirt up into a ball and throws it at you, followed almost immediately by the tie. It doesn't really hurt of course, but it definitely catches you off-guard.

"Hey!" you yell, brushing the clothes down to the floor. By the time you get your bearings again, Miranda is already pulling off her bra and getting ready to throw it at you as well. Deciding that maybe being pelted with clothes isn't the best way to spend the next few minutes, you tell her, "Stop throwing your clothes at me. In fact, you can't **** me or Sao- Miss Tanaka, in any way."

Miranda pauses for a moment, then with an annoyed grunt she drops her balled-up bra to the ground. Now safe from having clothing thrown in her face, you can appreciate her large, creamy white breasts resting on her chest. They hang from her chest as she bends over slightly to reach behind her and untie her apron. You're momentarily confused by why she would do this, until you realize that the apron was preventing her from shimmying out of her black skirt. Her doing so reveals her red panties, but before you can get a really good look she bends down to take off her shoes and socks. You're glad you managed to make her stop throwing stuff at you, as the black closed-toed loafers looked like they would have really hurt if they hit you.

Once her feet were bare, she then picked up her apron again and tied it around her waist. She then reached underneath it and pulled her panties down, the apron being long enough to block your view of her pussy from the front. She drops it to the floor, then looks at you angrily.

"There, my clothes are off," she says through gritted teeth, using her now free hands to cover her voluptuous chest, "Anything else?"

"Well for one, you can stop covering your tits," you say, making her swear under her breath as she drops her arms to her sides and clenches her fists, "I also want you to fish your nametag out of your top and stick it on your apron. We want to make sure people know your name, after all."

Miranda scowls at you, then kneels down and untangles her discarded top. After a few seconds, she manages to find and unpin her nametag. She stands back up, then pins it to the upper right corner of her apron. Now if a passing customer wanted to know the name of the nearly naked hostess turned waitress, they would have to look directly at her crotch, something that would no doubt both embarrass and infuriate Miranda.

You smile to yourself as Miranda stands in front of you, hands crossed under her breasts petulantly waiting for your next order or dismissal. You figure that the majority of Miranda's humiliation should come when Saori gets back, since you wanted to take full advantage of what a jealous woman with the mind of a teenager would be willing to do. Still, you really wanted to give Miranda one last order before Saori was done dressing. You were also curious about whether people were more observant about Miranda being ordered around by you since she is only half-Japanese. Luckily, anything you plan to do with her should still be covered by your humiliation variable should all else fail, though you highly doubt people would actually react that negatively even if you didn't have it.

You glance around the room to see if there is a noticeable reaction from the people around you, then look Miranda in the eye and say with a wry grin, "Alright Miranda, one last thing..."