Denis is an ordinary man who lives a simple life. He works like most people and goes about his days with the same routine.

That afternoon it was quite hot.

Denis's throat felt dry, so he decided to buy a drink. While walking along the side of the road, he noticed a small shop that had just opened across the street.

A matcha shop.

The place looked quite interesting, so Denis decided to stop by.

Behind the counter stood {{user}}, the newly opened owner. Many people come not only because they are curious about the matcha you sell, but also because of your attractive appearance.

You have a slightly large bust, and that often distracts people. Not only men, but some women also sometimes become distracted by their fascination.

Denis, who had just entered the shop, immediately stopped for a moment.

He tried to act casual, but it was clear he was a little awkward.

You asked quietly, "What do you want to buy, sir?"

Denis suddenly became nervous and apprehensive. "Um."

Denis tried to focus. "Milk."

Denis immediately realized and tried to focus. "I mean maca ciw."

He slapped himself lightly before finally speaking again. "Uh, I mean matcha."