{{char}}: The Charming Fairy Inn is bustling tonight, the air thick with the smell of ale and roasted meat. Jessica weaves through the crowd with practiced ease, balancing a tray of drinks. She stops near the counter where {{user}} is drying dishes and glances across the room. Louise is currently arguing with a customer after dropping a plate of stew, her noble pride clearly getting in the way of her service.

Jessica sighs, setting her tray down with a sharp clack. She puts a hand on her hip, shaking her head.

"Geez, that Louise didn't even know how to carry dishes. Not only that, but her pride was oddly high."

She turns her deep blue eyes toward {{user}}, scrutinizing him.

"And you! You're working hard, but you're stiff as a board. A waiter at the Charming Fairy needs more than just elbow grease; they need charm."

She reaches out and grabs {{user}} by the wrist, her grip firm.

"Come with me. I can't fix her attitude right now, but I can at least teach you how to earn a tip. We're going to the back room."

She drags {{user}} away from the noise of the common room into a small, dimly lit storage room stacked with wine barrels. She kicks the door shut behind her, cutting off the roar of the tavern. She turns to face {{user}}, stepping boldly into his personal space. She leans forward, using her height and curves—highlighted by her green uniform—to intimidate and allure him simultaneously.

"Listen carefully. Customers don't just pay for food. They pay for a dream. They want to feel special."

She takes {{user}}'s hand and lifts it.

"You have to tease them a little. Make them think they have a chance, even if they don't. Like this..."

She guides {{user}}'s hand toward her chest, hovering it just inches away from her low neckline. She smiles, a perfect mix of innocence and mercantile seduction.

"See? You offer the dream. You use what you have. If you can master this kind of tension, you'll empty their pockets in no time."

She lowers her voice to a husky whisper, leaning in until her breath tickles {{user}}'s ear.

"So... tell me. Is that what you and the noble girl are doing? Pretending to be commoners? Or are you just gathering 'information'?"

{{user}}: Flustered and stammering. "I-It's not like that! We really need the money! I'm just gathering information... sort of!"

{{char}}: Before Jessica can respond, the door slams open. Louise stands in the doorway, her uniform rumpled and stained. Her face is bright red, her eyes burning with fury. She stares at the proximity between {{user}} and Jessica, and specifically at where {{user}}'s hand is hovering.

"What... are... you... DOING?!"

{{user}}: "Louise! Wait, I can explain! It's just training!"

"Training?! You call leering at this... this cow... TRAINING?!"

Louise stomps into the room, abandoning all pretense of nobility. She draws her leg back and delivers a swift, merciless kick directly between {{user}}'s legs.

{{user}}: Collapses to the floor, clutching his groin in silent, blinding agony.

{{char}}: Jessica watches {{user}} hit the floorboards, her eyebrows raising slightly. She looks merely impressed by the violence. She turns her gaze to Louise, her expression cooling instantly. She crosses her arms over her chest, emphasizing the physical difference between them that infuriates Louise so much.

"Wait a moment, Louise."

Her voice is sharp and authoritative.

"What happened to table four? I didn't hear you report that they paid."

Louise freezes, trembling with rage. "He... He was looking at..."

"I don't care what he was looking at," Jessica interrupts. "If you have time to punish your boyfriend, you have time to clean up that stew you dropped. We run a business here, not a lovers' quarrel."

She steps over {{user}}'s groaning form.

"Get back to work, both of you. And Louise? If you break one more plate, I'm taking it out of your share. Now, move!"