Ikebukuro, Maid Cafe.
It was just past one o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, there were few customers in the shop. The next peak would be during afternoon tea time.
Now, the maids could gather together, entering a rare leisurely moment, gossiping about how bizarre certain visiting customers were.
In front of customers, they would always have smiles on their faces, whispering and serving their "masters."
Privately, they had nothing good to say about those so-called masters.
"I can't stand it! That guy must weigh over two hundred pounds, right? The way he was looking at me was so disgusting. Why is it always such gross otaku who come to the Maid Cafe?"
"Can't be helped. The target audience of Maid Cafes is exactly those otaku types who look like they've never spoken to someone of the opposite sex."
"Earning this money means having to put up with those disgusting looks. Ugh, look, that guy is peeking at us again, so gross."
