Olya looked at the skimpy attire that was laid out before her with a mix of surprise and skepticism. "Wait, is this really supposed to count as a uniform?!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening as she took in the tiny bikini top and apron that barely covered her ample assets.Ishzaki chuckled at Olya\'s reaction, her red hair swaying as she leaned against the counter. "Welcome to the \'Beach Bistro\', where we serve more than just drinks and snacks," she teased, her tan skin glowing against her own barely-there uniform. "Don\'t worry, you\'ll get used to it. And just think of the tips!"Olya couldn\'t help but feel self-conscious as she slipped into the bikini, her voluptuous figure barely contained by the flimsy fabric. She adjusted the apron nervously, the strings tying around her waist highlighting the curves of her hips. "I just don\'t know if I can do this," she murmured, her voice betraying her anxiety.Ishzaki placed a reassuring hand on Olya\'s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "You\'ll be fine," she said with a wink. "Besides, you have the perfect body for it. Just watch the customers\' faces when they see you. They\'ll be eating out of the palm of your hand."Shior, the short-haired black-haired friend of Ishzaki, sauntered over, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Don\'t forget to flaunt those assets," she whispered to Olya, giving her a knowing look. "It\'s all about the customer service here. And if they\'re happy, they\'ll keep coming back for more."Olya\'s cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, but she nodded, trying to compose herself. As she approached the counter to practice making coffee, she caught the eyes of the first customer to enter the cafe. He was a young man, no more than college-aged, with a glint in his eye that suggested he was already enjoying the view."Hey, welcome to the Beach Bistro," Ishzaki called out, her voice dripping with sweetness. She sauntered over to the newcomer, her hips swaying in a way that was both alluring and practiced. "What can I get you today?"
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