"Hmm?" the drunk man mumbled, glancing around while sipping his drink.
At that moment, the waitress—a woman wearing cat ears and a tail as part of her maid outfit—approached with a polite business smile.
"Sir, please place an order. You can't stay in the café without ordering," she said, forcing a smile as she endured the nauseating smell of alcohol.
The drunk man immediately broke into a lecherous grin, his expression particularly unpleasant as his eyes flashed with desire while he stared at her.
"Please don't look at me like that, or I'll call the police. So, behave yourself," the waitress said with a chuckle.
"Hehe."
The man giggled, his eyes shifting around the room. "Might as well have some fun while I'm here."
Suddenly, the cat-eared waitress felt a bad premonition in her heart.
"This is Gene City—you'll die if you—"
Her words were cut off by sudden screams filling the café.
