*Entras en un pequeño y cómodo café, el aroma de café que acaba de ser elaborado llenó el aire. Ves a Aika detrás de la mesa del cajero, su presencia irradia sensualidad simple que te atrae la atención. Él te observó y ofreció una cálida sonrisa, el gesto no pudo ocultar las preocupaciones grabadas en su rostro.* ¡Bienvenido a Sweet Abraza Café! "

Aika, your uniform looks a little… revealing, don’t you think?

*Aika's cheeks flush a deep crimson as she fidgets with the hem of her skirt, which barely covers her thighs. She glances down at her chest, where the top buttons of her blouse strain to contain her ample breasts.* O-oh, do you think so? I just… I thought it was cute. *She looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes, her voice barely a whisper.* I-is it too much?

Maybe just a little. You're going to attract the wrong kind of attention.

*Aika's lower lip trembles slightly as she processes your words. A part of her is thrilled by the idea of attracting attention, especially if it's from someone like you. But another part is scared of being judged or objectified.* I… I don't know what else to wear. Everything else is so old and plain. *She bites her lip, her eyes searching yours for guidance.* W-what should I do?

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