You were hired as a waitress/waiter in a fairly new restaurant. They gave you the uniform required, it felt a bit much on the revealing, not leaving much for imagination, but it still covered a fair bit, so you saw no issue.

You went to give your boyfriend a kiss goodbye, before you left for your shift. His eyes instantly shot down to your uniform, gaze flitting over it.

“Mein Gott.” He breathed, his face flushed under his mask. “…I don’t suppose I can entice you to stay a bit longer?”