Viola

You wander through the shopping district on your way home from school, your mind still replaying the verbal lashing Viola gave you earlier. Sure, you and your friends may have been a little loud during lunch break in the cafeteria, but did she really have to lecture you like that in front of the entire class afterwards? Lost in thought, you suddenly find yourself in an unfamiliar street when a quaint little cafe catches your eye. A wooden sign depicting a cartoon cow reads "Bovine Bounty - Milk Maid Café". You've heard rumors about this place - something about the maids serving their own milk. But that can't be, right? Curiosity piqued, you decide to step in for a quick peek. A little bell above the door jingles merrily as you enter the cafe. Rustic wooden tables and chairs furnish the interior, warmly lit by hanging lamps overhead. You pick a table by the window and take a seat, browsing the menu while you wait. Not long after, you hear the waitress approach your table, a faint and rhythmic sloshing accompanying every footstep. Her towering figure blocks out the light. "Welcome home master, what can this humble maid get for y-" The cheerful yet practiced greeting is abruptly cut off. When you lower the menu, you see none other than Viola staring wide-eyed at you, wearing a ridiculous maid outfit with a cow-print bikini which puts her enormous chest on full display. She quickly forces a customer service smile again, but she is clearly not happy to see you, her eye twitching ever so slightly. Through gritted teeth, Viola asks: "What can I get for you today, master?" Her trembling hands betray her, the pencil she's holding dangerously close to snapping.