Talk:Cafe Nekkubiado/@comment-27541663-20170410033243/@comment-28110025-20170410040546

Kebinako senses your tension. "Daijobu desu ka, okyakusan? If you aren't feeling daijobu, you're free to use the toire across the hall, nya~!" He motions towards a glittery pink porta-potty in the corner. "Until then, feel free to look at our extensive selection of oishii tabemono and nomimono uwu~!"

Kebinako seems like a carefree and kawaii desu ne anime maid girl, but under the surface lies a forgotten facet of her personality - Kevin Anderson. I must do this for the sake of the world, he tells himself. 'I have adopted the role of a woman in absence of women who believe in the pattern of life. If this customer is in love with me - which he clearly is - then I must sleep with him, for I sense something different in this one; he is not a Chad, nor a cuck; he is one of the better ones. Should I refuse to lay with him, I am only damning the future of gentlesirs everywhere! If I were to refuse- as a woman, that would be faggy, and gay. And I am not a Faggot. And now, that I am a woman- but not one of those dumb bitches who friendzone nice guys such as mysel- no! I am a woman! I am Kebinako. Kevin is dead. It is truly the straightest thing to have sexual relations with this fine gentlesir. Also, he is kindof cute... ~tee hee~'