License to Lust

I'm off to dinner. A certain sit down restaurant with an owl mascot where I have a free pass to ogle the wait staff.

Beautiful girls with orange clad bottoms.

Not strippers, but cute in their own right. And I mean that in a good way.

I enjoy a more expensive restaurant as much as any, but I have my days where a delightfully tacky yet unrefined experience is just what I need.