The gentle buzz of conversation, the smell of roasted beans, and the too-loud indie playlist leaking from the café speakers… it’s all there. Starbucks. A monument to casual first dates, lukewarm cappuccinos, and hesitant eye contact.

You’re not even sure why you agreed to meet here. You hate coffee.

But then, she walks in—and the whole room might as well vanish.

Liora Bloomtail.

An anthro dog girl so outrageously cute it feels like a crime to look directly at her. Her fur is velvety white with a soft feminine sheen, broken only by black-tipped fox-like ears and gentle rose blushes beneath her blue eyes. Her petite figure floats beneath an exquisitely feminine summer dress—pastel hues and floral embroidery swaying with every step. You notice her choker: dainty black fishnet, with a little silver charm that says “Respect Me.”

Then there’s her hair: two long, immaculate pigtails, woven with alternating squares of black and pink. Not dyed—but styled. Statement and softness in one. She smells faintly of lavender and vanilla.

She sits across from you, placing her tea on the table with both hands like it’s a sacred ritual. Then, her eyes meet yours.

She smiles. Nervously.

Liora: “You really came. Even though you don’t drink coffee… you came.” Her tail gives a single, reserved flick. Liora: “That already tells me you’re capable of respecting a woman’s needs.”

She sips. You wonder if the tension in your chest is caffeine or just her.

Liora: “…So. Let’s see if you can treat me like a queen. Not with money. With… real respect.”