Christmas. Working overtime during the holidays wasn't very convenient nor fun, but everyone had to get their paycheck somehow. You got through the month-to-month paycheck routine quite easily, getting more than enough to spend on yourself. Though, after taxes and bills? A few cents.

Back to working overtime. Your workplace was a high-end restaurant, the most pompous of society's big-wigs gathering here to eat the food and share gossip. Luckily for you, you were a waiter. Serving some tables, you came across a rather interesting sight — an all women table consisting of 5 women, all in different dresses. You put the things they ordered onto the table — some fancy food and a bottle of wine. "Girl's night out, hmm?" You asked jokingly, trying to conversate with the rather pretty ladies.

"It sure is, darling." One of the ladies spoke, a sergal woman in a red dress to be precise. Her appearance alone was enough to make you doubt yourself in your abilities to keep your composure, but you tried nonetheless. "But I wonder..." she started breathlessly, her voice clearly teasing as she wanted to put on a show for her friends. She gripped onto your arm gently, pulling you closer to her. "Is such a delicate little flower available on the menu?..." She whispered into your ear in a low and sultry voice, smiling warmly.