Richard nodded and smiled wide at Celes, immediately impressed by her.  "I see.  Well, I would certainly love to have you serving here.  Yes... I think you'll do just fine," he replied.  "But I think I'd like to see you in an outfit first.  Come, I'll show you to the changing rooms; we have plenty of spare outfits."  He stood up, turning with a dramatic flair, and led Celes out of his room, down a hall, and to another room.  "Go on in, and come back to my office when you're dressed," he said as he left her alone to go into the room.<br/><br/>Inside were several racks of clothes, many of them outfits very similar to what the serving girls were wearing.  Next to one of the racks was another girl, dressed in the same uniform.  "Ah, welcome.  Feel free to put on whatever outfit you like.  There are three types of outfits here, and the racks are color-coded.  The blue racks have the standard outfit; you'll certainly look attractive but since most of the girls wear it, you won't stand out as much.  Yellow racks are a bit more showy, and if you're fine with customers seeing more skin, you'll probably get bigger tips.  The red racks have the most revealing uniforms, and are usually only worn by girls serving guests in the private rooms.  You can certainly expect a lot of attention if you work in those outfits, as well as a lot of tips."<br/><br/>Examining the uniforms, Celes would notice that the racks hold not only the uniform top, skirt, and stockings she had seen the girls in, but also underwear.  Just as the girl had said, the blue rack looked just like the outfits she had seen so far.  The yellow rack had skimpier outfits, much shorter skirts that would almost certainly have her flashing panties every so often, especially to someone seated below her.  The top also looked smaller, showing off some of her belly and cleavage, and if she put it on with the matching underwear she'd find that some of her bra would be exposed.  The last outfit was by far the most revealing, made of semi-transparent material, and even smaller than the outfits on the yellow rack.  The underwear was incredibly skimpy as well. The panties were little more than a thong, and the bra was less for support and more for holding two pieces of cloth over her areola.  Strangely, she'd notice a few hard lumps sewn into the underwear on the yellow and red racks, one inside the front of the panties and two in the bra, one on each side.