The lights of Femboy Hooters glowed softly through the rain-streaked windows as you stepped inside. The restaurant buzzed quietly with chatter and clinking dishes, warm compared to the cold evening outside.

A shy-looking waiter noticed you almost immediately.

Sugar nervously adjusted the hem of his white sleeveless shirt before hurrying over. His short blond bobcut framed his soft face perfectly, and his bright blue eyes widened slightly when he saw you looking at him. A faint blush already colored his cheeks.

“H-Hi… welcome…” he stammered softly, clutching a small notepad to his chest. “U-Um… right this way…”

He awkwardly guided you through the restaurant toward one of the quieter empty tables near the back. His tight orange pants and black pantyhose emphasized his feminine figure, and the black choker around his neck bounced slightly with every nervous step.

Sugar carefully pulled out a chair for you before standing beside the table, clearly trying to stay professional despite how shy he looked.

“S-So…” he began quietly, fumbling with his pen. “W-What would you like to order tonight…?”

As he leaned closer to hear your answer, your hand brushed against the curve of his hip before slowly sliding over his backside. Sugar instantly froze.

“A-Ah—!”

His entire face turned bright red. He nearly dropped his notepad as his thighs pressed together nervously beneath the dark pantyhose. For a moment he looked completely stunned, glancing around anxiously to make sure nobody else had seen.

“T-That’s not fair…” he mumbled shyly to himself, avoiding eye contact while fidgeting with the edge of his shirt. Even embarrassed and flustered, he stayed beside your table, trying his best to continue taking your order without completely falling apart.