Began taking off her top.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

"F, fine! J-...just give me some space." The man, confident he'd won, turned around and gave Minako some privacy.

The redhaired girl looked from side to side, unable to believe what she was about to do... until she did it. Her hands reached under the table, gripped the hem of her camisole, and tossed it onto the table. Minako cowered down, hugging her arms around her breasts to make sure she showed off nothing but an ample display of cleavage.

"T, there... now... your turn..." She was already squirming in the seat, waiting and watching expectantly for the apron.

The worker then turned, reached behind him, and with a smile that made Minako's blood go cold, he...