The wine bottle will not physically reach the customer's head if her hands are positioned at her breasts. Plus, the pose is very enjoyable to the customer.
But Louise, thinking that he was saying something bad about her breasts' size, hit Saito.
The third day.
Louise was careful to keep her hands from moving. After she placed the wine on top of the table, she grouped her hands together behind her and smiled brightly. Even if she was told to pour something, all she did was smile.
“Pour me some.”
She smiled brightly.
“I said pour me some.”
She smiled brightly.
“I'm telling you to pour me some!”
She smiled brightly.
“What is up with you?!”
There was no way she would get a tip. When she consulted with Saito, he told her to hold it in her mouth while she poured it. Louise's mouth was small. A wine bottle couldn't fit in there. Looking carefully, Saito looked like he was sleepy. Just because you're sleepy doesn't mean you should say random things. And Louise hit Saito.
The fourth day.
The competition was half-way done. The number of tips so far was zero. As expected, Louise had gotten desperate. Louise waitered while taking caution of the sole of her foot, the position that she poured wine in, and her words.
“You seem unskilled, but your manners are oddly refined. You can have this.”
Possibly because of her efforts, Louise got a gold coin for a tip from what seemed to be the first noble customer she had served.
“Re-really? Can I have this?”
“Aah. Take it.”
“Waai!”
Jumping up from happiness, she turned over a plate and spilt the food onto the customer's shirt.
“I-I'm sorry...”
Louise apologized, but the noble customer did not forgive her.
“You... This shirt was a gem made from silk that your wages could never pay for. What are you going to do about it?”
“I'm really sorry... Auu...”
“Well then, just what will you do about this?”
“I-I'll pay for it...”
“Hmph, then let's do this. I'll have you compensate for this with something you can do.”
“What should I do?”
“Not much, just come to my room in the middle of the night.”
“And then?”
“You understand what happens after that, right? You're not a child, right? A child.”
“Wh-what does that mean?”
“I mean that you'll compensate quite a lot with your body. That's what I mean. Muhoho!”
Blood flew to Louise's head.
E, e-e, even though you're a noble, what a thing to do! The third daughter of a duke family became enraged. Don't even place the nobles near that lewdness. As Her Majesty's representative, I have to conclude and punish this disgrace of a noble.
“You disgrace! It's because people like you exist! The kingdom's authority! Authority! And my authority as well!”
“Wh-what are you doing? Uwah! Stop! Stop, I say!”
Her foot, words, and the wine flew out all at once.
“I'm returning this to you!”
She slapped the tip she finally got on his face.
Louise was called out by Scarron and was told to wash dishes all day tomorrow as punishment. Louise was very irritated and decided to hit Saito.
The fifth day... While Louise was washing dishes with Saito, Jessica came up to them.
“How are you doing? Ojou-sama, I've collected one-hundred and twenty écus so far.”
“Isn't that amazing?”
Louise replied sullenly.
“You won't get any tips while washing dishes.”
“I know that.”
Louise said while washing the dishes amateurishly.
“Sheesh. You can't even wash a dish properly?”
Jessica complained while looking at the dish Louise had washed.
“...I am properly washing the dishes, you know.”
“See, there is still oil remaining. You don't call this washed.”
Jessica took the plate from Louise and cleaned it up with quick hand movements. Louise watched her in an offended way.
“Hey.”
Jessica glared at Louise.
“What?”
“Someone's teaching you. What's with that attitude?”
“......Uu...”
Saito watched over the two's exchange with a surprised look.
“When someone's teaching you something, it's 'thank you' right? It's the basics, the basics.”
“...Th-thank you.”
“Geez, it's because you make that face that you don't get any tips. Tomorrow's the last day, got it? Get it together, Ojou-sama.”
Leaving that said, Jessica disappeared back to the bar. Louise hung her head dejectedly.
As the day headed toward morning...
Louise, after washing dishes through the night, looked at her own hands and sighed. Louise's fingers that had never washed anything before had become bright red due to unaccustomed kitchen work and were hurting thanks to the cold water and soap.
Why do I have to do something like this? She thought. Even though she herself is a noble, she has to wash dishes... Having to serve all of those commoners...
Plus, a bar girl talked so impertinently to me......
“No more.” Louise muttered. Whether it's information gathering or whatever, this isn't my job. I'm a legend. I'm the user of Void, you know. Yet why, do I have to be a waitress at a bar? Shouldn't, like, a more showy mission be waiting for me?
Thinking like that, tears felt like pouring out from the sadness. Opening a board of the floor, Saito poked his head out from downstairs so Louise crawled into the bed. She didn't want him to see her crying.
“Here, some food.”
Saito called out to Louise, placing a plate filled with stew on the table. But Louise just answered tiredly from inside the bed.
“I don't need it.”
“There's no way you don't need it. You won't hold up if you don't eat.”
“It's not tasty.”
“Even if you say it's not tasty, there is nothing else to eat so there's no helping it.”
Even then, Louise wrapped herself in the blanket and didn't come out of the bed. Saito approached the bed and pulled off the blanket. Louise was crouching inside the futon in her pajamas.
“Eat. Your body will break down.”
“My hands hurt. I can't hold up a spoon.”
Louise whined like a child. Seeing that it was no use, Saito scooped up the stew with the spoon and carried it to Louise's mouth.
“Then, here, I'll feed you. Eat. Okay?”
Louise finally took a sip. Tears poured out from her eyes.
“I don't want this anymore. I'm going back to the academy.”
“What about the mission?”
“Don't care. This isn't my mission.”
Saito withdrew the spoon and looked at Louise.
“You know.”
“What.”
“Do you have any motivation at all?”
“I do.”
“Princess-sama entrusted you with this job because she trusted you, right? Blend in with commoners and gather information. Because if she used someone from the royal court, she'd be denied... She couldn't depend on anyone so she depended on you, right?”
“That's right.”
“Yet what's with you. You lost all of our money in the gambling area because you got pissed off, and you drag along your noble's pride here and can't get a single tip. You also anger the customers. Not even close to information gathering.”
“Just shut up. But what does that mission have to do with stupid dish washing and serving? I want to do bigger jobs. No more of this. Why does a noble like me...”