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Omfg, I am so proud of these, I actually got the uniform looking how I wanted it to. I'm REALLY HAPPY.

About the Picture . . .

School had ended and she was walking home, trailing behind a group of girls, giggling girls to be exact. It didn't take long for Charlie to realize that these girls had always traveled this way and stopped at a certain cafe. In fact it seemed that many students, mostly girls, stopped at the cafe after school. She'd never taken time to peer inside of it, but assumed it must've been very popular.

The girls came to the cafe and all walked in, giggling as they did so. Charlie stared after them, then let out a sigh, finally giving in. She walked into the cafe and saw that it seemed to be just a regular cafe, a few pink and cutesy things here and there, but other than that it seemed fine. Her eyes glanced over at the group of girls who made their way to a door in the back.

Being curious, Charlie followed after them. When the door opened she found that she had walked into a male whor-- Host Club. Her eyebrows rose as she looked around at the many hosts with their many clients. She yawned, as if bored.

"I don't see it," she said, "I don't see why this place is so popular. It wasn't worth it coming here." The girls glanced in her direction, then whispered to each other.

She was about to make her leave when someone grabbed her arm, making her turn back around. It was someone in a host uniform.

"Excuse me miss, I have a proposition for you."

Charlie quirked her brow. "What?"

"You spend ever afternoon here, without any fee, no waiting list, no lines, until you're satisfied."

"Ha, fat chance--"

"We'll make sure of it," he snapped his fingers, "Ethan's in your school, isn't he? He'll make sure you come."

A boy stumbled out from one of the back rooms. He looked over at Charlie, there was something about him that was odd, other than the fact he smelled of pot, that was obvious.

"Yo," he said with what was supposed to be a charming smile.

Charlie merely fiddled with a lock of her hair and looked over at him with a bored gaze. "Pleasure to meet you."

In his current state it seemed like she was glowing . . . a warm and lovely aura was about her . . .

Description
Base to:
Base here: [link]

Omfg, I am so proud of these, I actually got the uniform looking how I wanted it to. I'm REALLY HAPPY.

About the Picture . . .

School had ended and she was walking home, trailing behind a group of girls, giggling girls to be exact. It didn't take long for Charlie to realize that these girls had always traveled this way and stopped at a certain cafe. In fact it seemed that many students, mostly girls, stopped at the cafe after school. She'd never taken time to peer inside of it, but assumed it must've been very popular.

The girls came to the cafe and all walked in, giggling as they did so. Charlie stared after them, then let out a sigh, finally giving in. She walked into the cafe and saw that it seemed to be just a regular cafe, a few pink and cutesy things here and there, but other than that it seemed fine. Her eyes glanced over at the group of girls who made their way to a door in the back.

Being curious, Charlie followed after them. When the door opened she found that she had walked into a male whor-- Host Club. Her eyebrows rose as she looked around at the many hosts with their many clients. She yawned, as if bored.

"I don't see it," she said, "I don't see why this place is so popular. It wasn't worth it coming here." The girls glanced in her direction, then whispered to each other.

She was about to make her leave when someone grabbed her arm, making her turn back around. It was someone in a host uniform.

"Excuse me miss, I have a proposition for you."

Charlie quirked her brow. "What?"

"You spend ever afternoon here, without any fee, no waiting list, no lines, until you're satisfied."

"Ha, fat chance--"

"We'll make sure of it," he snapped his fingers, "Ethan's in your school, isn't he? He'll make sure you come."

A boy stumbled out from one of the back rooms. He looked over at Charlie, there was something about him that was odd, other than the fact he smelled of pot, that was obvious.

"Yo," he said with what was supposed to be a charming smile.

Charlie merely fiddled with a lock of her hair and looked over at him with a bored gaze. "Pleasure to meet you."

In his current state it seemed like she was glowing . . . a warm and lovely aura was about her . . .