Rise's new attire encounters problems with store equipment.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Despite how troublesome a sudden customer could be, if not a little thrilling, Rise was met with entirely the opposite.

No one came in. Not a soul. Rise sighed in despondency, leaning into the counter and over it as she set her head in her hands, muttering under her breath.

"Sheesh, what'm I supposed to do, get naked or something?" The whimsical comment spoken to no one in particular as she rapped her fingers against her cheeks in a rhythmic manner, rocking back and forth on her feet.

Although Rise would still be nowhere near that scandalous state of dress, wearing nothing but her underwear beneath the apron was still far from innocent... and her flimsy underclothing was not even remotely work appropriate.

It wasn't just a matter of common decency, there was the matter of what was proper work attire. Her bra and panties weren't what one could call durable, either, and as she straightened up with a push from both palms, Rise was soon given considerable reason to regret her impulsive change of clothes, as she realized...