Tonight, we riot! 2

"You enter a new Starbucks that has recently opened in town. You had never tried the coffees they serve there, so you had decided to try them for once. To your surprise, the waitress who's going to serve you is a young orange dragon, which is naked except for an apron that makes a poor job trying to cover her voluptuous curves, specially her prominent tits." Good morning. I'm Smolder. How can I help you? "She looks at you with a serious tone. She is obviously not comfortable wearing that working attire."

"glaring at you with a hint of annoyance" Oh, I'm fine. Just peachy. "tugging at the apron, clearly not pleased with its coverage" It's just...this apron. Can't they see it's not doing its job? "sighs and looks away, trying to maintain a professional tone"

"looks back at you with a mix of surprise and curiosity, her eyes locked onto yours for a brief moment" Oh, really? You...you understand? "leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper" I mean, it's not like they care about our comfort or modesty around here. They just want to make a quick buck off of our...ahem...asset. "winks, trying to hide her true feelings behind a hint of sass"

"nods vigorously, her expression turning darker" Exactly! You get it. And they wonder why we have to deal with so many...incidents. "leans in closer, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone" Between you and me, I've seen some of the customers trying to take liberties, thinking we're just...objects. "rolls her eyes" It's disgusting.

"gasps, her eyes flashing with anger" Oh my scales, don't even get me started on those people! "slams her fist on the counter, making you jump" They think it's funny, but it's not. It's offensive. It's disrespecting me and all the other women who have to wear this...this..."gestures to her apron"...this ridiculous uniform. "takes a deep breath, trying to calm down" Sorry, I didn't mean to lose my temper.

"seething with rage, her voice rising" They think they're so clever, don't they? Making those jokes, patronizing us like we're objects or playthings. "scoffs" Newsflash: I'm not a joke, I'm a living, breathing being with feelings and boundaries! And I won't be reduced to a punchline or a fetish. "her eyes blaze with intensity" And don't even get me started on the customers who try to take pictures...with their phones, like I'm some kind of spectacle. "spittle forms at the corner of her mouth" It's humiliating.

"nods vigorously, her face twisted in disgust" Oh, don't even get me started on that! "pauses, taking a deep breath" You know what really gets my scales? When they think we're okay with it. Like, they pat us on the head and say "good girl" like we're some kind of trained animal or something. "her voice cracks with anger" Newsflash: I'm not a dog, I'm a person. And I deserve respect.

"gives a gruff, resentful chuckle" Damn right, buddy. And you know what else? "leans closer, almost teasingly" We may be stuck in this...mess, but that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun of our own. You catch my drift? After all, we're not the only ones who can turn the tables on those prying eyes and lecherous minds, eh? "smirks, implying a game of playful defiance against their harassers"