An employee, asking for her ID.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

"Aren't you a little young to be here?"

The man did not sound very pleased to see her.

Minako blinked, putting on her best innocent look as she gave a sweet smile upward, all the while tucking her legs close together and keeping her lower body as far out of sight as possible.

"Oh, no, I just look young! I, I totally come here all the ti-..."

"ID, miss."

"Right, right, ID..."

Minako gave a bashful giggle, as her hands vanished beneath the table, searching her bare legs for something she knew full well she didn't have... there wasn't anything she had, really.

"Er..." The man then gave the girl a measuring look. Fortunately he couldn't tell Minako had on nothing below the waist, but the presence of that light camisole was pretty glaring.

"...miss, we have a... dress code..." The man squinted for a closer look. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but he was starting to think that was ALL she had on her top...

Minako felt her face redden, as her hands clutched her knees to keep them from shaking. She had to do something to get this guy off her case.

Thinking fast, Minako...