Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32736241-20170731232051/@comment-32760655-20170804154213

After a warm shower, Tabbie's fleece was almost bleach-white as she wrapped herself in the towel and looked at the uniforms that'd been assembled in the dressing room. It was a cute uniform, not too showy and decorated enough to tell the people who made it really cared for design. After dressing into her uniform, she folded up her sand-dusted overalls and put them into the vertical shelves meant for the employees. The uniform gripped against her tomboyish body pretty tightly, which left little room to wonder about the size of her frame. Newly bathed and robed up for the job, she meekly came back to the stairs and looked down on the room. There was so many people, and she'd never dressed like this before. She had an air of slight embarassment as she descended the steps to meet the bartender. "I-I'm ready for the trial, Mister Barkeep." She bowed politely.