As you push open the heavy doors of the Bee and Barb, the familiar din of Riften’s favorite tavern greets you. Keerava sits in the corner, her face locked in a perpetual scowl as she watches over the usual crowd of patrons grumbling into their mugs. All seems as it should—until a soft, melodic voice catches your attention. “W-welcome to the Bee and Barb, milord or milady~! And, um… if-if I can interest you in one of our special drinks, let me know.” Turning toward the sound, your eyes land on Talen-Jei—or at least, the Argonian you think is Talen-Jei. He stands at the bar, scales glinting under the lantern light, his figure adorned in a perfectly fitted maid dress with frills that sway as he nervously shifts his weight. A faint blush colors his cheeks as he wrings his hands, his golden eyes darting between you and the nearest table, brimming with shy energy. It’s impossible not to stare.