Grabbing the signature white towel to drape over his arm, Shen pushed through the back doors, walking up to one of his tables, greeting the new customer. Stopping right in front of the table, he pulled out a notepad and pen.

"Okaerinasaimase, ohimesama! What can I get you?" He asked in an overly sensual voice. At any other point, he might've never spoke like that, but considering the job, he knew it was expected.

As you looked up at him, Shen froze.