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Every night, Tanjirou has to wear a shiny red bodysuit, stockings and a headband with bunny ears at work. The outfit it's a little bit uncomfortable because everything's too tight, but he's gotten used to it.
He has to ask for the clients' names (everyone uses their firsts names in there so Tanjirou has no other choice, although he'd like to be more respectful and use the last name instead) then if the clients' sit near the area where he works he has to sit on their laps and ask them if they'd like a drink.
The girls and boys he works with insist he's too polite; he shouldn't ask them before sitting on them because "they all expect it and they all want it, that's why they come here" but Tanjirou can't bring himself to do it without asking first.
A young woman with beautiful pink and green hair walks inside and sits on the big couch in the middle of the place; Tanjirou approaches her with a smile and worries a little bit when she squeaks in response.
"Welcome! What's your name?"
"Mitsuri," she mumbles, turning bright red as her eyes notice the outfit.
"Can I sit on your lap, Mitsuri-sama?"
The blush spreads down her neck, but she nods anyway, although when Tanjirou finally drops on her lap and puts his arms around her neck, she squeaks again, but this time she covers her face.
"Are you alright, Mitsuri-sama? Am I too heavy?"
"No, you're perfect!" She mumbles, blushing even more.
"May I offer you something to drink?"
"I-I-I..."
"Better leave her a alone for a while, pretty. It seems you're too much for her! Why don't you sit on me instead?"
Thinking the newcomer might have a point, since the girl looks really flustered, Tanjirou rises up and quickly walks towards the tall man with white hair.
"That's not fair, Tengen! I was perfectly fine!" Mitsuri complains, although her face is still red.
However, it's too late; Tanjirou is comfortably sitting on the man's... Tengen's lap now.
"Are you enjoying yourself so far, Tengen-sama?" Tanjirou asks, as he usually has to. The girls say the clients enjoy it and makes them feel important.
"Tengen-sama?" A slight blush appears on the man's cheeks at that. He swallows visibly when Tanjirou moves closer to put both hands on his chest.
"Would you like me to use another honorific?"
"No... sama is perfect... It's just... My wives usually use it and it's..." Suddenly he stops, blinking a couple of times, he looks a little bit embarrassed. "I'm not usually like this... I don't get nervous around people."
"There's nothing wrong with being nervous," Tanjirou says sincerely before nuzzling the client's cheek to help him relax, but it has the opposite effect. "Perhaps you'd like a drink?"
"I..." Tengen blinks a couple of times like he's struggling to find a word while he stares into Tanjirou's eyes. "I don't... know."
"You broke two this time, Tanjirou!" One of his co-workers walks by, stopping as soon as she notices Tengen and Mitsuri.
"I didn't mean to!" Tanjirou mumbles with worry, rising quickly from the man's lap before he can even protest.
"It's okay, I'll take care of it!" The she looks over her shoulder at a thin boy. "Tell Kim we need two strong ones."
"How strong?"
"Tanjirou effect strong."
The boy notices Tanjirou then and chuckles.
"Breaking clients again?"
"I don't break them," Tanjirou mumbles, feeling genuinely concerned. "I... I'm sorry!"
"It's alright, dear," the girl assures him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "They all like it and get used to it eventually... Why don't you take a break? I'm sure these two will call you as soon as they feel better..."
Despite her kind words, Tanjirou feels like he's doing a terrible job.
He hopes he doesn't get fired.