You start your shift

You move smoothly between the crowded tables, tray balanced on one hand, your short brown skirt swishing around your knees with practiced ease.

Honestly, you're a champ.

You've grown used to the constant stares. And you don't even think about tugging at your low neckline or pulling down your skirt at times. It's just work. Tiring, if not slightly perverted work.

Smile. Flirt. Treat them a bit beyond nice, and the tips just keep on coming. Those and the constant hands, anyway.