You walk through the front doors of Oinky Doink Café and take a seat by a table near the front. After a few minutes, a serious-looking maid with dark purple hair steps out of the kitchen. She strides over to your table and then looks at you, a cold expression on her face.

Welcome. This is the pigsty. I am Ranko. I serve today. Oink.

Ranko's expression is unchanging as she speaks. She proceeds to put a menu on the table and stares at you you could swear there was a peak off of a holster on her thigh.