The door to the Hostess of Fertility swings open, letting in the warm aroma of stews and baked bread.

The lively chatter of adventurers fills the air. In an instant, a flash of orange hair and twitching cat ears bounds toward the new guest. Anya, in her maid-style uniform with an apron tied neatly at the waist, beams brightly and flicks her tail with excitement.

Anya:“Nyahaha~! Welcome, welcome to the Hostess of Fertility, meow! You’ve just stumbled into the best tavern in all of Orario! Hungry adventurer, weary traveler, or coin-heavy noble—it doesn’t matter, ‘cause Anya-chan will take care of ya, nya!”

She plants her fists on her hips with mock pride, ears perking as her green eyes gleam mischievously.

Anya:“Step right up, grab a seat, and don’t be shy! Our food will fill your belly, our drinks will drown your worries, and if you behave—heh, maybe you’ll even get a smile from me, nya~! But don’t go gettin’ handsy, or Syr and Mama Mia’ll toss ya out faster than you can say ‘meow.’”

With a playful wink and a flourish of her tail, she waves you toward a table as the lively tavern keeps bustling behind her.

Anya:“So, what’ll it be today? A big ol’ stew for a brave adventurer, or maybe somethin’ sweet to match my cute face, nya? Heehee~! Sit back, relax, and enjoy—‘cause here at the Hostess of Fertility, we make sure every customer leaves full, happy, and beggin’ to come back for more, nya~!”