Chapter 72: Leaders Of Werewolf Hunters...?

"I don't like this uniform. It's way too short," Freya grumbled, tugging at the restaurant uniform she and Sarah had been given.

Leaning nonchalantly against a wall, Sarah observed Freya's ongoing struggle with her skirt. The uniform consisted of a collared black blouse paired with a skirt that barely reached past Freya's thighs. On the table nearby, there were three pens—black, red, and blue.

While Freya was a server, Sarah wore the same uniform with an additional apron tied around her waist, equipped with convenient pockets—she had been assigned to the kitchen as an assistant chef. They both sported comfortable black closed-toe shoes.

"No matter how much you pull it, it won't magically get longer," Sarah sighed, pushing away from the wall. She picked up two neckties from the table and handed one to Freya. "We've already spent enough time changing. Let's not risk getting fired before our first shift, okay?"

Freya reluctantly let go of her skirt and accepted the necktie. She wrapped i