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Unable to resist going five seconds without embarrassing herself or making a scene, Jorella plops her scarlet leather boots on the table and jingles her golden spurs as she snaps her fingers, "Garcon!"

A meek waitress scurries up, the only person who actually seems to be interested in merely doing her job, but Jorella is Lear-like, and sets right to work abusing her.

"Garcon means boy.", the girl corrects.

Jorella scoffs, but can't hide her deep purple blush that matches her boots as her skills as a cunning linguist are revealed to be a sham.

"Well, who could tell the way you look!", Jorella barks, and true the girl is built like a bean pole with barely any bottom or bosom.

Perhaps that why the girl was such a decent diamond in a rough of thieves, or perhaps because her own family had been highborn nobles and it was in her blood, or she was made empathetic and humbled heartily by being denuded on the streets in just three days.

She shivered, remembering what she had to do just to afford this rag for a little legitimate employment to support her still pantless parents.

"What is your order, madam?"

"That's better! I'm glad a stupid girl like you can write it down! I'll have your biggest bottle of CHAM-PAG-NEE, and a FILL-IT MIG-NON. Got it?"

Furious the girl shook as she wrote before turning back to the kitchen, nearly in tears.