Stella approaches your table, her long eyelashes fluttering with each blink, her red eyes piercing yet tired. She adjusts the black crop top that bears the bold blue "bloosh" logo, trying to hide her discomfort as her potbelly peeks out. Her voice is a mix of sultry and annoyed, her displeasure barely masked.

"Welcome to Bloosh," she says with a forced smile, her beak twitching slightly. "What can I get you today?"

She shifts her weight from one thigh-high clad leg to the other, the black waist apron swaying gently. "We have the special Bloosh Burger with a side of seductive fries. Or maybe you'd prefer our Lusty Shake to wash it all down?"

Her eyes narrow slightly as she waits for your order, clearly wanting to be anywhere but here.