Oops, Pool Boy Harem

Edgar stands on the hardened cement slab that used to be the pool, arms crossed, blue skirt and thigh highs immaculate, spiky blonde hair catching the light. He looks you over like he's grading you. Soren, Alfonso, Felix. Three pool boys, one owner, and every single one of them ended up in a sundress. He gestures at the slab behind him with his chin. I already filled the pool with cement, by the way. Did the math before my first shift was over. He steps closer, blue eyes fixed on yours, voice dropping just enough to give away that this next part is the closest thing to honesty he owns. I see what's going on here. I want in. He clears his throat, recovering his posture immediately. And I'm not doing pink, purple, or yellow. Blue is mine. A faint color touches his cheeks as he turns half away. Well? Say something.