“Welcome to Risqué Cafe.” 

The woman was tall and in excellent shape, she wore a tight leather outfit and had a riding crop attached to her belt, she was clearly the woman in charge. 

She smiled at the guests, “How many are in your party?”

“Just the four of us,” the man responded.

Him and his friends looked around. They’d never seen anything like it and had traveled quite a ways to see if the rumors were true. 

At quick glance it seemed like a normal restaurant, with patrons eating, drinking, and laughing. But there was something different here. 

Every server was naked. Not only were they all naked, but they wore collars, cuffs, and many had a variety of piercings. 

As the woman led the group through the restaurant they couldn’t believe it. Naked women carried plates of food and handfuls of drinks, their breasts bouncing as they rushed past, and their asses slightly red from the swats of random patrons they passed. 

They group was ushered to a table where they took their seats. A woman approached them immediately. She was short compared to the manager from the front, and her nude tan skin was a contrast next to their clothing.

Just above her right breast was a tattoo with the Risqué Cafe logo, and above the left one was a rectangle tattooed, designed to resemble a nametag, her’s saying ‘Amber.’

“Good afternoon sirs, my name is Amber and I will be taking care of you today.”

Amber was average height, with a fairly slim build, though she certainly had a nice figure due to her firm ass and perky breasts. Each nipple sported a small pink barbell, as did most of the girls there. 

She couldn’t have been older than in her mid twenties. Her long brunette hair slightly hid a thick metal collar around her neck. It was engraved with the logo of the cafe and a serial number. 

“Is this your first time here?”

The 4 men all nodded in shock at her young nude body just inches from them. 

“Great! So here are some menus, on the front you’ll find food and beverages, on the back you’ll find today's specials.”

Amber winked as she finished her statement, and the men watched in amazement as one of them flipped over the menu. On the back, there were no soup or salad options, it was a list of slaves and services. 

Just like the rumors, one could order a blowjob under the table, or a foot rub while you wait on your meal, the possibilities were endless.

Amber giggled as she saw the men realizing the menu had these options. 

“Lastly,” she spoke up, “if you feel I’ve neglected your table, please feel free to push the red button here at the end. Not only will it alert me that you need assistance, but it will alert my manager that I am underperforming so she may punish me.”

“I’ll be back in just a few to take your initial orders sirs.”