Some, not a lot.

The old group had requested new drinks, probably so that Jessie would be **** to give them a show again. Of course, the new customer had also requested a drink. Weakly, Jessie had started her way toward them, and Tifa couldn't help but grin. _Not so fun when it's at your expense, is it?_

"You're almost there," one of the customers said, laughing.

Jessie was clearly at a crossroads here. Her pose was the same one from before, hunching forward, using the tray to somewhat cover her front, but now she stood right between the two tables and would have to expose her backside to the other no matter which one she served first. Not only that, if she maintained that ridiculous pose sticking her ass out, she would _really_ expose herself to the group behind her.

Still, that's what she chose to do.

With a deep breath, she stepped toward the larger group first, exposing her backside to the sole new customer on the other table. Tifa could see he was grinning, and the whole group laughed, like it was one big joke. "I love this dinner and show thing," said the customer.

Jessie tried setting the drinks on the table as fast as she could, but in her nervousness she took longer than she had to. For nearly twenty seconds, she gave the sole customer behind a direct look at her ass, while she was nearly bending over. "Thanks for the drinks," said one of the men from the large group. "Time for you to bring that good gentleman over there his drink now, eh?"

"Y-yeah, it is."

She turned around, hesitantly, to face the sole customer. The group she had just served, now directly behind her, appreciated the view and cheered. Even from a distance Tifa could see her blushing, and as soon as she set the last drink, she started walking behind the counter - and then nearly sprinted there.

Tifa laughed with everyone else, until her eyes met the customers and saw that their eyes were now on her chest. In all that excitement, she had nearly forgotten that _she_ was naked as well, and the humiliation caught her by surprise. Still, it wasn't as bad as last time. Watching Jessie suffer through it made it all better. More customers had started to arrive now, and they all stared at Tifa's chest while Jessie hid crouched down behind the counter. This couldn't stand. It was humiliating, and the only way she imagined it could feel better was if Jessie was going through it as well.

"Go take their orders," Tifa told her.

"T-take their orders?"

"There's too many customers now for them just to yell things out for us. Go write down what they want."

Jessie hesitated, but didn't say no, perhaps knowing it was useless to argue. Instead she reached for the tray before Tifa swiped it from her. "I need this to start placing the drinks on top of. All you need is a piece of paper and a pencil."

"B-but!" her voice sounded scandalized. "T-then they-they are gonna see..."

"How much did people see me last time?" Tifa asked dryly. "Go out there."

There were four tables full of customers now, and Jessie would have to leave the safety of the counter without anything to cover up for the first time.

[Would really appreciate if someone wrote the next chapter!]