Wilhelmina Bismarck
Sitting on the large couch in the empty clubroom, Mina tapped her foot against the ground repeatedly, making her current state obvious to anyone who might enter. Apparently the other members apparently had forgotten that they actually needed to be in the room for the activities to commence. She would be fine with attempting to take care of all the guests, it was just that it would be very taxing and there was no way she would be able to keep each of them entertained to their, or more importantly her, satisfaction. Not to mention the people who came here exclusively for a certain member of the missing set of girls.
She had told the others that today they were to wear whatever they could come up with to entertain their guests that would be arriving soon, that or come wearing casual clothing; a nice change from posh suit coats that might be appreciated amongst the upper class students of this school. Themes were nice and all but they often restricted what one would be exposed to and that brought about boredom much more quickly than the assortment she sought to bring about. Hopefully it would be successful but if not, there was always tomorrow. She personally chose something she would occasionally wear around the house, but had never worn in public before; a pair of short shorts and a button up coat that had a few of the buttons undone at the top and bottom. Underneath she only wore a somewhat tight black shirt that stopped far above her naval.
Other than the annoyance of them all being late and that she had to set up most of the room by herself, having made some preparations the day before, she was anxious to see what the others actually chose for themselves. Mina had seen each of them in a wide variety of outfits and had enjoyed every last minute of it, even more than the enjoyment she took from seeing the actual customers satisfied. Each day she would always make sure to let them know this, mostly through a surprising embrace from behind while they were distracted with customers. This caused some of her frustration drained away when she remembered their appearance from a few days ago. While maids might be a bit clichéd, it was a staple of serving customers and always left those who came for the service very satisfied. And, more importantly, they all looked incredibly cute in the outfits that the sewing club had made for them, causing the leader of said cute maids to lose herself in fond memories. She let out a heavy sigh and leaned forward, resting her arms on her thighs. "If they don't hurry I'm going to have to stalk the halls looking for them."