text; un: majimagoro

[hikae]

We're all working hard, making names for ourselves, and figuring as much intel as we can. Dunno if someone got to take a peek into the main HQ just yet, but I've got an idea how we could rise up chances— I've taken upon the host club assignment as I've been running an establishment of that sort, back home. Two even, a long story. The Lionettas want it to become profitable, but ya can squeeze a lot more money out of that business than the bar they set. If we make them swim in cash and information we could use it as a bargaining chip— prove our usefulness, get into bosses good graces. And when we succeed, we could suggest making a demonstration of our team's skill to the big shots in the main HQ, to get more funding.

To plan that heist we will need a good scoop inside, otherwise, it's just too much improv, too much of a gamble.

So consider this an open work call, Lionettas. Anybody who wants work is welcome, no experience required, I'll figure out where to put ya. Hosts, hostesses, barkers, bouncers, cooks, influencers, wait-staff, cleaners, performers. There are never enough hands on deck.

Rules are simple, we sell dreams and smiles, the customer is king— as long as they adhere to the club's policy; no touching, no harassment. Someone starts being an asshole, you call me and I rearrange their jaw, with utmost politeness