According to what Soun had found out, Akane had taken it to like a duck took to an oil spill. She'd been able to get around it, but she'd wound up heading face first into it. Oddly enough, it wasn't just the work itself, though she had proven to be at least inept in certain, usually traditionally feminine, areas. Rather, it was in dealing with people that she'd been rather troubled.
It seemed that her anger hadn't been tempered before she'd been originally sold, as she'd been rather... annoyed by being told what to do. A surly slave wasn't totally unheard of, but when that slave tended to react badly to problems, it was a difficulty that couldn't be overlooked. Apparently, she'd taken really badly to the way that she'd been treated by males. Already prone to fighting when she perceived a threat, she wasn't one to like the attention that her looks got. As a cute female slave, a lot of the men who came along were suggesting that they would wait until she was grown up, either by leaving her where she was, or buying her so they would have her when she got old enough, so that they could enjoy her favors. Many were just doing it as part of teasing, with more males just making comments about how 'nice' it was to see a pretty face amongst all the rougher ones. Those who might have actually meant it were few in number, and frankly were never really a serious problem. Yet, to her, that sort of thing was never acceptable, and she'd lashed out, even if she was too young to actually do any damage.
Eventually, it'd gotten to be too much for her owner, and she'd been sold, but there had been plenty of thought put into it. If she was going to be so uptight about what her looks got her, then her owner was going to put her into a position where she would have to learn how to deal with it. But as an eleven year old child, she couldn't be sold to one of the more... sexual places, not that the person who was making the decision wanted to do that to her.
Instead, she was sold to a cosplay cafe, of all places. Being a waitress wasn't a disreputable position automatically, but what sort of restaurant a slave was owned by determined a lot about what sort of status that it would have. For a restaurant with an exclusive clientele, a slave waitress would have a lot of respect, and would be considered a prized piece of property. On the other hand, there were dives where a slave girl could be certain that she'd be fondled and used no matter what her looks or condition would be. Most were in the middle and a regular restaurant was a perfectly fine place to be owned by.
The place where Akane had been owned wasn't the sort of place where the slaves would be considered 'bargain bin' when they were sold, but it wasn't exactly a place that many got excited over being part of. Not that there was a problem with the actual cafe itself, as it had been clean, well run, and perfectly on the level. However, the waitresses were expected to be dressed up in all sorts of odd costumes.
Akane had started as a waitress wearing a uniform of a sweet 'magical girl', and it had gone on from there. As she'd gotten older, she'd been dressed as a schoolgirl at twelve, a 'space warrior' in a bikini and boots on her thirteenth birthday, a maid in a shortskirted and low collared uniform when she was fourteen, a fighting game girl at fifteen, and for her last birthday there, she'd been a 'black ops agent' in a skintight body suit and a gunbelt. Not that she'd had a choice of dressing up like that, even if she'd been able to complain. She was owned by the restaurant, and had slept in a back room that had been set up for slaves owned by the establishment. And since the customers had mainly been fans of such shows, games, and comics, that was what she had to wear.
For five years, she'd been serving people who'd enjoyed the chance to see pretty girls dressed up in costumes, and who had probably ogled, tried to grope and fantasized about her. Fortunately, it did seem that she'd learned to deal with that sort of thing, though there were likely some after effects of what she'd gone through. One simply did not deal with even the most courteous person and not get affected. With many, though not all, of the males there no doubt being hormonally driven, she'd no doubt had gotten the lesson that her first owner had wanted her to have.
Now that he had brought her back, Soun had discovered that all her experiences had resulted in her being:
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