After a few failed attempts, you and Akane manage to escape the girl's bathroom, thankfully, no one saw you but there were a few close calls.
You and Akane rush to the front counter of the lavish restaurant, the desk was made of dark lacquered mahogany and had a regal purple cloth covering the center, a large book and quill (that was actually an iPad mount and stylus) dominates the left hand side of the table. The right side is dwarven in comparison, the only decoration on the right side are three candles neatly lit and put in a small brass candelabra.
A tall girl is standing behind the desk, she has long black hair is tied back lazily, her eyes are purple like a strange lurid witch light that draws you in. Her face is pale and her makeup is dark. The girl's face is slightly gaunt in a starved model type of way, her cheeks slightly sharp, her eyes just ever so slightly sunken which causes her eyes to look even more like deep alluring tunnels of purple. She wears a tight fitting servers uniform that hugs her voluptuous body a bit too much, the buttons on her shirt straining slightly so that if you look at the right angle you can see under her shirt and into her plump cleavage.
You avert your eyes respectfully, instead turning your attention to the cute girl beside you, her tight black dress, her beautifully sculpted bosom pushed slightly high, the dress stretching easily.
The fabric of her dress is very flexible, you know this from when she clung to your arm earlier and sandwiched your bicep with her perfect perky breasts despite the tight looking dress. This somehow arouses you more, Akane's words echo in your mind, "pervert." The word had sent a chill down your spine earlier, almost imperceptible, so stealthy that you had only just realised while thinking about that moment. You blush slightly.
"Excuse me," Akane starts talking to the woman at the front desk, "table for two please." The woman looks up at you and Akane, her previously occupied eyes drinking in the sight of you both in a strange and disturbing light. "Hmmmm... let me check for you cutie," the woman replies, her hands dropping to the carefully disguised iPad and stylus. You hear soft tapping as she looks through a list of reservation. Her voice had had a slightly aroused tone, almost half moan. It was so lewdly said that you can even imagine the little heart at the end, like in some H-Manga.
The woman looks up and smiles apologetically, " the only free table we have is a two seater but it's right next to the bins at the back behind the curtains." She gestures to the large dominating curtains that are on the far wall, they seem purely for decoration. "We uh, usually give that table to rowdy, annoying or..." she pauses dramatically, almost lewdly, her slender tongue flicking out slightly, "couples that need privacy for... somewhat intimate acts." The last part send sparks arching through your back pleasantly yet uncomfortably. "Not like that!" she quickly pipes up after seeing Akane's cute blushing face, your eyes are glued to Akane after finishing looking at the curtain. Akane's face is a mottled red mess, you can almost picture the steam radiating from her face. "I mean guests that can get a little touchy touchy, as in kissing and under the table groping or rubbing... like you know rubbing legs," the server corrects herself, cleaning up her vague and suggestive reasoning. "You know how uncomfortable it can be for everyone when there are people showing their affections in public without a shred of decency or shame." The server says.
Your mind flashes back to the kiss by the front gate to the university, to the embrace that followed, hot and steamy. So good you only noticed people staring afterwards and even then you didn't care... you realise you and Akane are probably one of those types of touchy touchy couples. Your skin heats once more, clearly Akane has come to the same conclusion since her cute, blushing face has changed to a deeper shade of crimson.
"W...we are fine with that table..." Akane admits quietly, eyes averted from you, her eyes pointed down in a cute almost confessional way, her body swaying in a guilty sort of way. The server smiles, "Certainly, ill give you your menus now and I'll send a waiter to you once the kitchen is freed up enough to take more orders," her tone is slightly provocative yet innocent, her eyes darting over you in a predatorial way that Akane doesn't see as she is still looking down in her cute confessional way.
The server's eyes bare into you, her sexual presence increases as she folds her arms, plumping her ample breasts out, causing her shirt to stretch more, making her bra and breasts more visible and accessible. Her hands move to the iPad again, her slender fingers dance across the screen in a seductive sort of way, breasts swaying. "Hmmm, miss why don't you go on ahead, I have some business to attend to with this gentlemen regarding what i saw earlier," the waitress' words send a chill down your spine. Did she see you go into the girl's bathroom? Crap what do you do? Your done, finished.
Akane quickly speaks up, voice still small, "I uh, it was my fault please don't kick him out or report him," she begs, eyes finally lifting from the floor. Her posture changing to a more standoff-ish sort of stance. The waitress smiles slightly, the corner of her thick, black lipstick stained , lips tugging upwards.
"Honey I won't report him but I do need to ask some questions and YOU need to go to that table before I decide to report this," the girl demands easily, "come with me so we can discuss your crime in private." Her slender fingers beckon you as she places a sign that says venue full on the front desk. The white cursive sign now dominates the center of the desk as she rises, her cold, pale fingers closing around your collar. Akane goes to protest but decides better of it.
"Be careful, I...I'll wait at the table..." Akane trudges away towards the far table, head down clearly ashamed as the girl drags you away, her forceful pulling making it difficult for you to refuse.
Your body moves to follow her so that she doesn't stretch your taut dress shirt that you put on just for this occasion. "Come on pervert, I have things to... talk to you about," the waitress says her togue flicking out to lick her lips wickedly and suggestively.