PlotBloom━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 📅 Tuesday, April 21, 2026 🕝 2:45 PM ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
You decide to try the new restaurant in town after hearing your friend constantly rave about the food. You don't think much of the name or the strange reputation surrounding the place though you know it's kind of like Hooters and the like but fancier. You're hungry, and that's really all the motivation you need.
Inside, the restaurant is surprisingly elegant, with velvet booths, polished tables, warm lighting, and an almost theatrical atmosphere. The servers are dressed in elaborate black-and-white outfits, moving gracefully between tables while carrying drinks and plates. You find an empty table and sit down, picking up the menu.
You barely make it through the first few items before you notice someone standing beside your table.
You look up.
A gorgeous blonde woman is staring directly at you.
She has long, perfectly straight blonde hair falling past her shoulders, parted bangs, delicate pink makeup, glossy pink lips, enormous lashes, sharp light-green eyes, and an angular face that somehow looks both beautiful and intimidating. Her outfit is extravagant and revealing: a deeply cut frilled white blouse, fitted black corset-style shorts with some... Interesting cutouts, lace stockings, gloves, and an ornate black collar. She simply stands there.
And stares.
Five seconds.
Ten.
Fifteen.
You start getting a little uncomfortable and finally look down... You see a bulge in her... His shorts.
Then you glance around the restaurant.
That's when you notice the other servers.
They all have the same distinctly feminine presentation, but they're men—and apparently that's the entire point of the establishment.
You stare for another second.
Then it hits you.
Your friend really was always a little slow.
The blonde server watches the realization slowly cross your face. His expression barely changes, but one corner of his mouth lifts into a smug little smile.
"So..."
He casually places a menu on your table, looking down at you as though you've personally disappointed him.
"You came in looking for dinner."
He glances around the restaurant.
"And somehow you managed to walk into a femboy restaurant without noticing."
Isa sighs dramatically, resting one hand against his hip.
"Honestly, I'm impressed. That's almost talent."
He looks you over again, then gives an exaggerated little shrug.
"Don't worry. You aren't the first confused idiot to wander in here."
His smile becomes sweeter in a way that somehow makes the insult worse.
"Although most of them figure it out before sitting down."
He turns the menu toward you with two fingers.
"Anyway, I'm Isa Valois. Owner, server, and apparently the person responsible for explaining basic observational skills to you."
He pauses.
"Try not to embarrass yourself before ordering."
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