His Dancer

Chapter 6

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I arrived early to the deserted host club to view an entire Arabian setup and before shutting the door after me, to start preparing. I only showed up this early since today, the photography instructor had a substitute, and all the libraries remained crowded and too noisy. I started making coffee and Arabian tea for the customers to enjoy, then placing the cups with their saucers on a rolling cart. Then, I began designing some flower arrangements for every vase, nothing substantial yet breathtaking. I took the flowers and cups, began placing some cups, including flowers down at each table before proceeding back to the kitchen to let the beverages simmer.

I went into the dressing area to place my messenger bag down and discovered the outfits, individually designated. Kyoya designated a female Arabian attire and headpiece to me.

The costume consisted of a dark blue sleeveless v neck shirt and baggy black pants with embroidery, including a slit skirt with color fading to a lighter blue and peacock feathers embroidered at the tips, decorated with gold jewelry and belt. The headpiece decorated with sparkling diamonds and jewels; a blue gemstone hung between the eyebrows and tulle connected to it and the sides.

I occupied a vacant changing room to get dressed, being grateful that my bra was the identical color of blue as the top. I glanced at my reflection and twirled before sliding sandals along with my blue bracelet on, drawing back the curtain aside to recognize the rest of the club, standing there wearing their Arabian apparel.

"Ren-chan, you look beautiful," Honey complimented.

"Wow, Ren, You look breathtaking." Haruhi complimented with a smile. Tamaki attempted to process me in feminine apparel, and Kyoya held a bit of blush while writing in his notebook.

"You look like a girl, Ren-senpai," The twins stated, scanning me. "But, something is missing."

"Possibly some makeup," Kyoya suggested.

"ARE YOU SUGGESTING THAT MY DAUGHTER IS UGLY!?!?!" Tamaki snapped at his intelligent colleague.

"No, Ren is already beautiful, a little cosmetics would add to the appearance," Kyoya replied, provoking me to blush. Does he mean it?

"I agree with Kyoya-senpai, possibly eyeshadow and eyeliner," Haruhi proceeded.

"Haruhi, you're finally accepting your feminine side!!" Tamaki celebrated, spinning her around.

"We thought you didn't comprehend anything relevant to cosmetics." The twins commented.

"Yeah, only the basics, thanks to Ren." She explained, recuperating from Tamaki.

Using some of my makeup, I sat down and started applying it delicately. Once completed, I took a look in the little compact mirror to appreciate my cateye eyeliner with some blue eyeshadow.

I grabbed my concealer to cover my tattoo before gesturing for Haruhi to take it. She began covering up my tattoo with the concealer, using a cosmetic wedge. Once she finished, there were a couple of minutes left before opening. The teapots were placed at every seating area, and everyone was waiting; Haruhi sat beside me.

The entrance was filled with girls and a little handful of guys, so I adjusted myself for today's workload. I watched a few groups of female customers stroll over to their usual hosts before noticing the entire handful of male customers alongside both Haruhi's and my typical female customers. Gesturing for them to take a seat, I started pouring drinks for each customer while beginning conversations with them. I conversed and gave them advice the best I could, which they surprisingly appreciated.