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The maid seemed terminally embarrassed for a few seconds looking at the tear in her skirt then to the tears in the uniforms of her colleagues.

“Oh, thanks for noticing master, I’ll be sure to fix this at the end of my shift.”

She was trying to be cute again, but she couldn’t quite keep the edge of bemusement out of her voice. No doubt everybody who visited the cafe noticed the tears but Frank was probably one of the few who had the decency to point them out. And the maids did indeed wear their costumes well, it seemed more of a travesty than a tease that such high quality costumes were defaced in this manner. Frank didn’t know whether the maids had made the tears themselves or if their boss had done it. Either way it was a pity, even if there was extra skin on offer.

Frank fished a crumpled bank note out of his pocket and placed it on the table. Part of him felt silly for soliciting the maid any further but it had been a while since he’d had any meaningful human contact. Besides did the fact that the company was paid for make it any less real? The maid glanced at the money clearly wondering how hard Frank would make her work for it. He saw the conflict in her eyes and like a fool put down another bill. That did it. The maid quickly scooped the money into her apron and cheerfully plopped herself down at his table.

Frank realised that he had two drinks in front of him: coffee and a beer. After few seconds pondering he pushed the beer towards the maid more because he didn’t want to get any more drunk than because he actually thought he could get her drunk. The maid looked apprehensively at the beer before opening it with a bottle opener and pushing it back. Frank stopped her half way.
“If you don’t want to drink just leave it standing there. I’d rather I at least look like I’m being magnanimous.” said Frank.

For a while he sat back and sipped his coffee, letting his eyes drink in the sight of this cute maid who stared back at him quizzically.

“You know for what it’s worth, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Of course, everything is fine now that you have my money right?”

The maid looked really confused now. Of course it was all about money but she still had an illusion to sell. Mercifully Frank raised a hand.

“You know what, you don’t need to answer that. I know how this works. You’ll tell me whatever I want to hear. Question is what do you think I want to hear?”

The maid stared back at him incredulously but she could find no contempt or sarcasm in Frank’s expression: only a tired curiosity

Precisely! That is the point about me being "unique"! I would like to see how the person on the other side responds if I say the protagonist underwent a sex change surgery! I hope he would take it in good humour.

Don't worry Pacifica. I am quite sure the sentence about me not being able to create roleplays is grammatically correct.
eg: "I have seen people driving cars, but I don't have the money to buy one."

And that said, I would like to seek expert opinion.

I need to read up about the original material I believe. Thank you for the resource.

ED: This has nothing to do with the roleplay but everything to do with this genre of anime.

Come to think of it, there should be more males in Mahou Shoujo. How twisted your mind can be by exposing young adolescent girls and expecting them to fend off global threats? I mean this is a job you'd expect for fully grown and mature adults! (Preferably an adult of the male gender because females are responsible for procreation and males are pretty much expendable beings.)

Most of the young adolescent girls I know run away just by looking at my face!