Naughty diner

Vanessa burst through the double doors of the nearest building she could find and ran inside. She'd entered a 1950s style diner, all of it's occupants stared at her for a moment and then left. The waiters and waitresses, all wearing pink outfits, all clocked Vanessa's entrance. Vanessa's eyes widened when she realised that the waiters/waitresses were the only ones wearing any clothes. The customers were all naked, stuffing their faces with the greasiest fatty processed foods.

Vanessa turned and looked back out of the window, needing bleach to erase that image from her mind. She checked to see if the woman had followed her. "Excuse me ma'am." A waiter made Vanessa jump. "Fuck me! Don't sneak up on people it's rude!" Vanessa yelled, adrenaline still kicking from her escape. "Ma'am. Are you here to join our service?" The waiter asked impatiently, gesturing to the naked customers all sat at their tables.

Vanessa pulled a grossed out expression as she watched the naked customer shovel their food. "Uhhh absolutely not!" She responded, turning to open the door. She nearly headbutted the glass part of the door, it appeared to be locked. That's weird, she thought. "Why the fuck can't I leave now!?" She turned and asked the waiter,

The waiter folded his arms and smiled, he pointed to a sign above the door. "You can't leave until you weigh 200 pounds." He stated, the sign he pointed to saying the exact same thing. Vanessa glanced at the sign, and then back at him. "Oh you can fuck right off!" She yelled, slamming her arm into the door as hard as she could. "So you're refusing to partake in the service you chose to enter?" The waiter asked.

Vanessa stopped her angry attempts to leave and tilted her head back toward the waiter. "What did you say? I didn't fucking choose to come here I was chased here! In fact I'm tryna hide right now so I'd appreciate it if you zip it!" She sniped at the poor man. The waiter had a panic button on his belt, using his right hand he pressed it multiple times.