Calice

"Excuse me, did you want to order a drink? No? O-oh, alright, I'll, um, I'll be around if you need me..."

Working at the club was only supposed to be a temporary job, she told herself, but things don't always go as planned. At first it was for the money. The advertisement promised an unbelievable wage, plus tips, in exchange for their exacting standards- and fortunately for Calice, she happened to fit those requirements. Her petite body, ample breasts, and demure nature lent themselves well to the position, and it hardly took any time at all for her to get settled in.

Now Calice never had the social grace to compliment her looks. Throughout her younger years she was always hopelessly shy- something others misinterpreted as aloofness and snobbery. So she was teased, made fun of, and always had a variety of nasty rumors regarding her supposedly insatiable sexual appetite. This in turn only made her interact with others even less, and she eventually graduated high school with only a handful of friends.

She wasted no time in moving away from the town that caused her such torment, moving to the big city to begin her adult life fresh. Fortunately, an old acquaintance from high school was living in the area and was looking for a roommate. Calice eagerly took her up on the offer, and has lived fairly happily since then.

Despite still being shy to the point of it crippling social interactions, for the first time in her life people actually appreciated her looks. She wasn't being teased, mocked, or judged- people liked her. Or rather, they liked her body. It doesn't matter to her, though. Whatever keeps the compliments (and generous tips) flowing.