Get a cold drink

The heat is intense and your throat is quite dry after all this walking so youook around for a place to get someone cold to drink. You were hoping for a vending machine or a water fountain, but there dont seem to be any nearby. You do, however, spot a small stand with stools, an awning, and a sign promising cold drinks. It seems like the perfect place and, if theres no one around, perhaps you could grab a bottle of water. Not that you'd condone theft, of course, but this is not a normal situation.

As it happens, your moral quandry proves pointless as you approach the stand and a girl seems to emerge from behind it. You move quicker, happy for the promise of both a drink and some information. The girl is blonde, busty and wearing a low cut uniform in pink and black. Theres a nametag just above her left breast that says "Bambi". You try not to stare as you sit down, but she giggles and leans on the counter, her head in her hands.

"Welcome to Bambi's, honey. I'm Bambi." Something about the woman seems a bit off, but you're far too distracted trying to not stare at her cleavage to pinpoint what. "Like, what can I get'cha?"

You flush red and tear your eyes away from her chest, looking at the menu board behind her. You dont recognize any of the drinks listed and you flush with embarrassment as you read the names, knowing you'll have to say one of them out loud. Still, you do need a drink so you order . . .