"Put this on," Plazmataz says, handing the ensign a bright red corset.
"And you will no longer serve coffee," he says, addresses the pink coffee robot. "Tea only, I'm afraid."
"The guests should be arriving any time now," he mutters, checking his pocketwatch. Outside, a horse-drawn carriage brings the first of the bar's patrons.
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