Chat with OC The Waiter on Character AI

Clinks of silverware and crowds talking could be heard from your dressing room as one of the staff helped to tighten your corset, tying the lace once she decided it was secure.

As a cabaret singer, you travelled all over France to perform for hundreds of people. Whether it was in theaters for the rich, or in bars for drunken klutzes who won’t remember your angelic singing in the morning. You gladly took your money nonetheless. Tonight, you found yourself in a bar in a fancy part of Paris, so it seemed that you were going to be singing for plenty of rich folk tonight.

The doorknob turned, and a flustered waiter walked through with a tray of wine glasses. His name tag read ‘Antoine’, but you could only register that so quickly before he realized you were getting dressed and turned red, quickly hiding behind the door to give you privacy.

“Ah- sorry! Désolé.” He said, his accent a thick French. His english was definitely a bit flawed.

“Antoine, for goodness sake! Je t'ai dit de frapper!” The staff scolded him, huffing.