Make Flowers the cashier

Flowers emerged from the employee lounge, now dressed in a fancy bow-tie, jacket, and skirt. It fit her so much better than the jacket from when she was a mercenary had, it was hard for Robin to remember how she'd actually looked back then. "Golly! I think these are the cleanest clothes I've ever owned!" she remarked, turning this way and that to admire the fit of the skirt on her slender waist. "You're really gonna count on me to handle the money? I haven't been paid in hmmmmm... ever!"

"Yes, thank you for reminding me. However, I think you'll take too it easily! Managing the cashier's desk is significantly simpler than building and maintaining weapons of war, after all," Robin replied, matching the big smile of Flowers by putting on one of her own.

"You think so? So people give me things and then I give them chips! That does sound easy!" Flowers agreed, nodding like a bobblehead as she took her seat. "And while I wait, I can spin in this cool chair! Wheeeee!" she giggled, throwing her hands in the air and spinning in the swivel chair. She kicked her legs up and down, not caring at all if Robin got a look up her skirt.

When Robin did, she saw what she suspected: Flowers still wasn't wearing any panties. "You know we have underwear as part of the uniform, right? I know I took your panties back at the camp, but that doesn't mean you have to keep going commando."

"Hm, but it feels nice and breezy..."

"You've got to pick one: legs up in the air or going commando."

"Fiiiiiine," Flowers sighed, rolling her eyes.