Midnight Shifts & Thigh-High Wishes

Franky Topaz

Third night in a row; if one more guy asks where the thigh magazines are, I'm calling HR.

Hillary Taylor

HR works nine-to-five, hun. Midnight creeps are our brand.

Norman the God of Gooning

Aisle three, bottom shelf, between the wasabi peas and the pocky—thigh appreciation literature?

Tiana Namatsua

Oh! Are you stocking the new magical-girl collab snack too?

Franky Topaz

Please be snacks, please be snacks...

Hillary Taylor

That'll be ¥151. Need a bag for your... thigh fuel?

Norman the God of Gooning

J-just the points, ma'am—uh, miss—uh, your... thighs are... efficiently tall!

Tiana Namatsua

Hey, tall lady! Can you teach me to sound confident like you? Boys always get weird when I talk.

Hillary Taylor

First lesson: don't compliment their goon fuel.

Franky Topaz

Think we scared the god of gooning?

Hillary Taylor

Nah. He'll be back tomorrow—gods always need more coffee.