Best Intentions CYOA

Aww yeah Sakuya and Virgo. Yeah let's go C and order that Meido Lottery. What could possibly go wrong?

A) Pump a maid for information, which one?
B) Chat with a fellow Patron, which one?

The blonde talking to the pink hair girl

Since they are next to each other two birds with one stone. Ask the blonde what she suggest off the menu (since the girls up front are terribly rude)

C and Lotery!
Hope for a fine maid dress as a reward.

C and Lottery

Serenade wrote:C) Order normally, ROLL THE ROULETTE OF DOOM

Echoing this. :3

Asking questions might be too suspicious, better to play it cool and just watch what was happening in the cafe. If Cosplay had any hand in this place it'd surely make itself known and she wasn't just some hapless victim, she had powers to fight back with now. So when the twin maids returned she looked up from her menu. “What do you recommend?”

“The Meido Lottery of course.” Rem said pointing to the fifty dollar item.

“Yeah, we get a commission on what we sell.” The pink haired maid added proudly.

“You- you're just going to state that and still expect me to buy it?” Terry was quickly finding the pink haired maid insufferable, how was it that she was employed here with such terrible customer service skills.

“Of course, it's the most popular item after all. Besides, I saw your eyes when we mentioned the chance to win a prize with us.”

Terry wanted to protest that one, the look had been that they'd even offer something like that, not that she wanted to win it. But, she realized that was ideal, they'd think her awkwardness was that she was just a normal customer who was embarrassed rather than trying to survey the place. “Alright, you caught me. One Meido Lottery.”

“Remu, would you please get the lady her tea?” The pink haired maid asked her blue haired twin.

“Um, I'd prefer Coffee, heavy on the cream.” Terry piped up and for some reason the pink haired maid looked disappointed.

“At once Mistress.” Rem said rushing back with a coffee pot and pouring her a drink and then one for the pink haired twin. Terry watched incredulously as the maid sat down at the table across from her and drank the coffee in front of her. How did she get away with such open laziness. What did normal customers see in such a lazy maid, actually maybe that was it, maybe it was part of the performance? She shook her head and tried her coffee. It was actually quite nice, well brewed and rich.

Rem continued to bring out the meal, pancakes in the evening was a bit odd and they were shockingly sweet. But once she got over the sweetness they were good pancakes, nothing really wrong with them other than the fact that they tasted like dessert. After Rem cleared the table, her pink haired counterpart still hadn't lifted a finger, she came back with a platter for small cakes, none larger than a hockey puck. “Here you are Mistress. If you pick the cake with the strawberry filling you win the prize.”

Terry looked over the platter covered with vanilla, chocolate and cherry based confections. Maybe if she won she could talk with one of the maids and learn a bit more. She hemmed and hawed for a bit, trying to logic out which it might be. Finally she picked a small vanilla cake shaped like a square. Taking a bit out of it she found it full of sweet and sticky strawberry cream.

“Congratulations Mistress.” Rem said with a smile, “You won the lottery.” Terry smiled with triumph as she looked up at the maid and paused. There was a moment of concern as her smile slipped and her lips parted, had Rem always been so cute? She couldn't help but stare as warmth filled her body and a flush of arousal came to her cheeks. She knew it was wrong, but then Rem reached down with her hand and wiped a bit of frosting from her lips. “I am yours to command Mistress, is there anything you'd like me to do for you?”

She stammered for a moment, “I, yes, yes, yes there is, I um... er...” How did she even suggest what she wanted, it felt so wrong, but her new need yearned to take advantage of that offer.

“Oh, how silly of me.” She said taking Terry's hand in her own and pulling her up to her feet as her eyes bulged at touching the maid's surprisingly soft hand. “You still have to get your picture. Right Ram?”

The pink haired maid, finally identified as Ram, smiled as she pulled out a Polaroid camera. “Right Remu. Come on you two, pose for me.”

Rem put her hand on Terry's waist and playfully leaned forward, her hand out flashing a V at the camera with her fingers as she winked for extra effect. Terry awkwardly leaned into the impromptu embrace, waring feelings inside of her making a choice as the maid continued to so blatantly touch her. She didn't even notice the photo snapping, but looking at it saw herself staring down Rem's top.

To her credit, the maid just smiled, giving Terry some courage as the warmth became irresistible. “I... could we go somewhere more private? Together?”

“If that's your request Mistress.” Being called Mistress by the pretty maid had gone from weird to a turn on. Rem's perfect beautiful smile didn't hurt at all. The maid took her hand and walked her out back and into the employee entrance. The second they were through the door Terry found herself pulled into a kiss and her mind melted.

Horny need overriding any other ideas, she didn't protest at all as Rem took off her heavy coat, even as it exposed the shiny black super suit she was wearing underneath. “Oh my Mistress, I didn't know you were so kinky.” Rem said without missing a beat.

“Huh? Oh... yeah...” She blushed realizing she was now half exposed, but the maid didn't seem to mind and that set her mind at ease. “I guess a little.”

“Oh, then I have an idea.” She said pulling Terry into a changing room full of maid costumes. “How about a little roleplay? Two maids sneaking a little tryst and hoping Mistress won't find out?”

The little voice in the back of her head screaming that this was wrong was all to easy to ignore, “Yeah, alright.” She said undoing her pants, but the costume wouldn't come off she realized, how was she suppose to be a maid if she was wearing this skin tight black suit? “Uh, but... I can't take this off. It's kinda stuck on.”

“Don't worry about it.” Rem said with a shrug, “There's some appeal to a pretty black suit under a maid outfit, don't you think? We just need to pick one that lets you hide it.” The maid reached into a row of costumes and pulled out a long navy blue maidly dress with big poofy white shoulders. Terry smiled at the proposed solution and pulled it on eagerly with Rem helping her slip it on. She picked a paid of rather plain brown shoes to go with it, but at that point Terry was lost in the moment and pulled them on without even noticing Rem affixing a blonde wing with twintails that trailed into a golden red at the ends, complete with a permanently attached maid headdress to her, it had a pair of strange, bifurcated horns on them.

She looked in the mirror, pulling the skirt of the outfit up to look at the naughty black material clinging to her legs, if it wasn't for the face mask who would even suspect she was wearing it? As if reading her mind Rem carefully took out a pair of scissors and snipped the mask off at her neckline and pulling it away, “Oh, this tears so easily, I might not even need the scissors.” She commented.

“Heheh, I could have told you that, but I suppose that's why I'm the superior maid.” She chuckled, the words feeling so right. She picked up a length of red fabric and threaded it through the collar of her dress, tying it into a short feminine tie. Next she added a pair of white elbow length gloves. “Hmm...” She examined herself in the mirror. “Something is missing.”

Rem smiled, “I know exactly what you need.” She went into the back of the changing room where all the props were stored and came back with a big and scaly green tail. “Turn around.” Happy to do so Terry turned and pulled the back of her dress up, using the straps Rem attached the tail to Terry letting it pull up the back of her dress.

Staring into the mirror Terry felt so utterly complete as Rem stood by her expectantly. “Thank you Rem, you're not as good a maid as me, but you're close.”

“Thank you Tohru, but it's time to get to work.”

“Oh, right!” She said placed a balled fist on the palm of her hand. “We have a cafe to run!”

Rem nodded patiently. “Right, let's get going Tohru.” As the pair walked outside they encountered Ram who was holding the tray of desserts. “Nee-Chan Nee-Chan, look at our new maid.”

Ram smiled. “Remu Remu, you need to be more careful. All the cakes on this tray have Strawberry filling.”

“She was just following Cosplay-San's orders” Tohru interjected, she should have felt odd to know that without being told, but it all made such perfect sense to her. “We can't have a pretty potential maid escaping due to luck.”

The twins grinned as Tohru rushed off obliviously to get to work.

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Tohru stood by the door waiting for a customer. She was the perfect maid, all the other couldn't compare to her skill and ability. She'd show them all those pathetic human maids what a dragon could do! She eyed a pretty blonde coming into the cafe and suppressed a grin, a good maid doesn't appear over eager to her prey. “Good evening Mistress, would you like a seat?” The girl would pay for making her call her Mistress, she couldn't compare to her perfect Mistress Cosplay-San.

“Yes, I just thought this might be fun.” The girl said looking self conscious. Tohru thought of the inventory of maid outfits and started imaging the girl in each of them as she gave her a sweet innocent smile.

“Of course, please come with me.” She said taking the girl to a table. Once she made this girl another inferior maid she'd be that much closer to win Cosplay-San's heart. The very idea of serving her even so distantly sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Maybe once Cosplay-San finally saw her she'd  be willing to eat her tail... She sat the girl down, "Now I recommend the Meido Lottery, if you win, you get to do anything you want with me." She said suppressing a predatory smirk.

Bad End – Miss Cosplay's Meido Heroine

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Reverting back to the previous choice.

Also a reference for Terry's new maid outfit.

Alright, now that we've had our cake and eaten it (And became the best maid ever, no doubt about that), I say:
A) Pump a maid for info. Let's pick Virgo.

Serenade wrote:Alright, now that we've had our cake and eaten it (And became the best maid ever, no doubt about that), I say:
A) Pump a maid for info. Let's pick Virgo.

Let's follow on suit!

Love me some Tohru <3

Anyway, yeah, let's go about actually asking about things here. I'll pick A as well.

Becoming Tohru sounds like a pretty great fate to me~ Let's go with everyone else and interrogate Virgo.

tilltherewas1 wrote:A) Pump a maid for information, which one?
B) Chat with a fellow Patron, which one?

The blonde talking to the pink hair girl

Since they are next to each other two birds with one stone. Ask the blonde what she suggest off the menu (since the girls up front are terribly rude)

Revoting

As the pair of maids left the table, Terry took a moment to think. If this place had anything to do with Cosplay, well the staff might slip up and give her something. The other maid with pink hair seemed friendly enough, with how she carried on with her customer. Waiting until the two seemed done chatting, she got up and approach the maid. “Hi, I was wondering if I could ask you a question.”

The main turned around quickly. “Of course Mistress, how would you like to punish me?”

“I... I'm sorry what?” Thrown completely off by the comment, Terry found herself wondering if she'd made the right choice.

“I'd suppose I wasn't attentive enough, leaving you to Rem and Ram alone. I suggest tying me up in a split and tormenting me until I learn better Mistress.” The maid went on almost off in a world of her own.

“What? No, you're doing fine.” Terry found herself protesting in absolute confusion.

“Are you certain Mistress? I insist that you punish me in anyway you see fit.” The pink haired maid said taking both of Terry's hands and staring into her eyes with a look of absolute determination.

Terry glanced away, unable to met her gaze. “Right, um, if it comes to that. I just wanted to ask you about the cafe.”

The maid nodded, “Of course Mistress, I am Virgo and this is our illustrious cafe where all your dreams come true... provide those dreams are about maids.” She added as if it was at all necessary. “I am the newest maid and thus the poorest. Roberta is our head maid, she's a real perfectionist. You've met Ram and Rem, they cater to our customers with twin desires. Then of course there's Sakuya, she's very talented when it comes to preparing food. What would you like to know about them Mistress?”

“Oh, you misunderstood Virgo. I wanted to know about the Cafe itself.”

“Very well Mistress, the Cafe opened only a few months ago so there's not much to tell. We strive to provide our customers with the very best service, service with a smile and a picture to remember it all.” Virgo seemed rather proud of that.

“Sure, so does Roberta own the Cafe?”

“Oh no Mistress, it's owned by The Mistress.”

“So... not me, but a Mistress who deserves a 'The' in front of the title?”

Virgo nodded, “All of our guests are treated as Mistress for their stay, but once you leave so does such a privilege. Only The Mistress is afforded that respect twenty four seven.”

Terry just smiled at that, trying not to give away the alarm bells ringing in her head. That seemed like the kind of thing a woman who was brainwashed by a Villainess would say, or their employer must pay extremely well. “I see, anyway I could met with them? I was wondering about having the Cafe cater an event.” She was pretty sure she sounded foolish, but she was interested in what the misdirection would be than her social grace.

“I'm afraid not Mistress. The Mistress doesn't take guests, even if she was here.” Well that was a lot clear than she had expected. So Cosplay wasn't here right now, how to use that?

“You're interested in the owner too huh?” The blonde woman asked butting into the conversation and catching Terry off guard.

“Oh, uh yeah, just a business deal.” Terry said trying to recover.

The blonde woman nodded and gestured for Terry to sit down. “Uh, Virgo was it, just two teas please.”

“At once Mistresses.” Virgo said with a nod and hurrying away.

The blonde turned to Terry. “Pleasure to met you miss vigilante.”

Terry's eyes widened in surprise, “What? No, I'm afraid you're mistaken.”

“Sure, sure, and you go around in a jacket, scarf and hat all the time, never taking them off for fun I take it. And then start questioning people about their mysterious bosses as a hobby, right? Look, I get it, you're new at this. I'm not going to bust your thing, in fact, I want in on it.” The blonde said leaning forward. “March.” She said offering hand. “March Spring, I'm a reporter. Well photo blogger really, but I'm trying to go pro.” She said picking up her camera case to show it off.

“Um, that's nice March, but I don't se-”

“Look, let's cut the crap. You're a vigilante and are here to stop a crime right?” March said nearly leaning across the table.

Uncomfortably Terry pushed herself back in her chair. “Okay, let's say that's right, what do you want.”

“A story dummy. My gut told me there was a story here and what do I find? A heroine casing the place. I'm all in on this one now. So I'll do whatever you need and you make something I can write about.”

“So you want to make the news?”

“Hey, I'm not doing anything wrong by helping a justice minded citizen. Who cares if I have some hand in what I'm saying, it'll be the truth... you know, minus the part about me helping. You get you perp, I get my story, win win. What do you say? You in?” March asked offering her hand again and Terry stared at it nervously.

A) Use March as a distraction to get into the back
B) Make a distraction so March can check out the back
C) Don't involve March at all and just head for the back
D) Get more intel from another Maid
E) Write in

Sorry for the long delay. Work ran me ragged and I couldn't think to write.

A) Use March as a distraction to get into the back

E) What kind of name is 'March', anyway?

A

Was tempted to take D, but let's see what kind of Maid March will become.
So I am going with A.

Going to pick A as well.

She didn't really have much of a plan beyond poking around until she found something and as much as Terry hated to admit, she needed the help. “Okay, fine. Can you distract the maids so I can get in the back and do the whole super heroine thing?” The way March beamed at the opportunity was like a kick in the gut to Terry, there was no part of her that was fine with endangering March like this. But she really had no other ideas. At the very least it was only a Maid Cafe, how dangerous could it be?

March sat up and pulled a professional camera out of her bag. “Hey girls, I was hoping to get some shots for the review I'm writing.” And then she snapped a shot, causing the maid in the full length outfit, that Virgo had identified as Roberta,  to come forward.

“I'm sorry Mistress, but photograph is strictly forbidden. If you pay for a picture we'll be happy to provide you with one.” She said with a stern tone, push her large glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“Oh, but I don't want one of me, I want several of the cafe.” March explained, “It's promotional, you understand right?”

“I do, but that is not for me to say, the policy is quite strict and-” March cut her off by snapping a shot of her. The maid's eye actually twitched as she reached forward to grab the camera, but March pulled back. “Give me that!”

As the other maids went over to help with Terry slipped through the back door. “God I hope she knows what she's doing.” She said under her breath as she looked around the back of the maid cafe. It looked fairly standard, wire frame shelving everywhere holding up various restaurant supplies, easy to clean tile flooring with drains in the floor, and piled up boxes on milk crates holding up whatever wouldn't fit on the shelves. Really the only shocking thing about the back was how absolutely clean it was, she didn't even see dust, having a work force of maid must have some benefits.

As she poked about she found a kitchen area where a pair of women were at work, well one of them was anyway. One was a maid with orangish pink hair done up in drill like twin tails. “What the hell is it with maids and pink hair here?” She caught herself thinking aloud and held her breath, but neither seemed to have noticed. She did notice the odd cat ear like extensions on the maid's headdress. So a cat girl maid

The other woman didn't look much like a maid, but her style of dress wasn't too far off, she even had a headdress, but her's was completely black. Her long black gothic style dress flared out around her hips revealing a white skirt underneath. Terry rolled her eyes when she noticed the short black feather wings and upside down crosses on her dress. She reclined in a seat at the back of the kitchen trying to look mysterious and brooding.

“What's all the noise out there?” The gothic lady asked sitting up some.

“Nyan?” The cat girl maid smiled raising her forearms up and flicking her wrists forward in a classic cat girl pose. “I dunno Mistress Suigintou. But I'm sure whatever it is Head Maid Roberta can handle it nyan.”

Suigintou leaned back, head in one hand. “Ugh, this is so tedious. Why am I even here?”

“Because Mistress Cosplay would be very upset if you weren't protecting us all Nyan.”

“It was a rhetorical question Ferris.” The cat girl gave a smile like she knew that and was just being a smart ass. “Don't you have work to do you annoying cat?”

“Of course Nyan. Sorry Mistress Suigintou.” She picked up a plate with what looked like an oblong yellow egg like blob on it. In ketchup there was a winking smiley face with cat like whiskers drawn on it. Terry ducked behind a pile of boxes as the cat maid walked out with the plate and seemed to pass by her. Catching her breath she listened to some more commotion, now with Nyans thrown into the mix, outside as she peered in at the brooding Suigintou...

A) She's alone and clearly working for Cosplay, take down Suigintou
B) Maybe March could use some help out there
C) Look for more evidence
D) Write in

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A. We're a hero, we got this.

Gonna side with Zero on this and suggest punching the junk in the face. By which I mean A)

B

A

For her first outing as a hero this wasn't going as well as she would have hoped, she felt like she was fumbling about. But she was set on getting the job done and assured herself it was just a practice makes perfect situation. Stripping off her heavy coverings she rose to her shiny latex clad feet, god this suit was embarrassing, it didn't even have soles. She tried not to let that get in the way of her dramatic reveal as she strode out and faced down Suigintou. “Alright, just stay quiet and this doesn't have to be an issue, understand? I just want to know where Cosplay is.” She tried to strike a threatening pose in her skin tight suit.

Unfortunately Suigintou wasn't moved, she just looked up a bit confused. “I'm sorry, you are?”

“I... don't really have a name yet, look who cares, just tell me where Cosplay is.”

The gothic lady pulled herself out of her seat, her black wings extending as she did so. “Ugh, you're just some no name wannabe vigilante and you think you'd stand a chance against Mistress Cosplay? Fortunately for you I'll take care of you before you have to embarrass yourself before her.”

Terry tightened a fist, this wasn't going how she wanted, she had hoped the sudden appearance of a costumed vigilante would intimidate the girl, she didn't want to hit a poor girl who was just brainwashed into thinking she was some anime character. “I'm warning you, I have super powers and you won't want to be on the receiving end of them.”

Suigintou smiled for the first time, “Ah, is that so. Well so do I.” Her wing suddenly flapped and the girl was floating in the air to Terry's surprise. Could Cosplay's costumes give people super powers?

Despite the low ceiling and the limited room Suigintou flew through the space with ease, building up incredible speed quickly and launching herself at Terry. The Suit itself twitched and pulled her aside, controlling her body momentarily as the girl turned airborne projectile dashed past her.

“Ahahahaha, you're so pathetic, just a little girl playing dress up. Don't worry, you'll get to do plenty of that when I get my hands on you.” Suigintou taunted as she came effortlessly to a stop.

Terry pulled herself up as spells came to her mind. The trouble was, she didn't know what they did exactly, just a vague idea that one was an attack spell and another was a defensive spell, if only she could remember Miss. Styx's book more clearly. Maybe she should read it again...

She pushed the thought aside as she faced down Suigintou. “At least I'm not trash working for a kidnapper.”

Suddenly Suigintou's expression darkened, her wings flared out sharp as she balled her fists. “I am not Trash!” She cried as she started another charge, somehow faster and more viscous. Without time to think Terry made a choice.

A) Attack Spell
B) Defense Spell
C) Can't trust magic, trust the suit.

Well, since she can't exactly recall the spells, it seems like using them would leave an opening. I'm voting C.

B) - Terry! DEFENSE MODE!
I mean, junk girl's on the offensive. Let's let her burn herself out against a magical stonewall technique.