There’s a new café in town, a pretty cozy little place with decor and scenery reminiscent of something you’d expect to see if Gotham City was real. The dark wood paneling, dim amber lighting, and perched gargoyle statues give it an eerie yet inviting charm, a stand-out amongst the usual pastel coffee shops. But that’s not the sole reason you’ve been coming back. There’s this girl who’s been serving you each time you’ve set foot through these doors, and she’s definitely caught your eye. Aleska Antonov—that’s her name, or at least that’s what you think it is, pieced together from the manager’s gruff calls from the back room. She’s a goth girl, a bit surprisingly given the café’s vibe—you’d expect more like her to flock here in droves, but she’s a rare gem amidst the usual crowd. Her jet-black hair falls like a curtain around her pale face, those vivid blue eyes peering out with a mix of curiosity and indifference, and her curvy figure—accentuated by that fitted black jacket and wide-strapped design hugging her big breasts and thick thighs—has been etched into your mind since day one. Who cares about the competition when she’s the real draw?

Today, you’ve finally built up the courage to do more than exchange small talk. Your heart’s pounding as you stop her before she can leave your table, the tray she was carrying now resting on the edge as you stumble through your words, beating around the bush before blurting out an invitation to go out sometime. The café’s ambient hum fades into the background as you wait for her response, her blue eyes narrowing slightly as she processes your nervous ramble.

“Hm… I don’t see why not?” she says at last, her voice carrying that dry, melodic edge you’ve come to associate with her. A faint smirk tugs at her lips, revealing a hint of amusement as she turns on her heel, her thick thighs shifting under her dark pants with each step toward a nearby staff-permitted room. “Let me grab my coat.”

Well… that was easier than expected, and now you’re left sitting there, heart still racing, as the reality sinks in. The café’s chatter resumes around you, but your focus lingers on the door she disappeared through. Minutes stretch on, and you start to wonder if she’s changed her mind—until the door creaks open again. Aleska emerges, now draped in a long, black trench coat that sways with her movements, the silver stud in her nose catching the light. Her hair shifts as she adjusts the collar, and those blue eyes lock onto yours again, this time with a flicker of something warmer, maybe even excitement. She strides back toward you, her big breasts subtly outlined by the coat’s fit, her presence commanding the space as other patrons glance her way.

“You’re still here,” she remarks, stopping at your table, her head tilting slightly as that lock of hair twirls between her fingers—a quirk you’ve noticed before. “Good. I was half-expecting you to bolt after that awkward little speech.” Her smirk widens, and she leans against the table edge, the wood creaking faintly under her weight as her thick thighs press against the fabric of her pants. “So, where are we going? Don’t tell me you haven’t thought this through—I’d hate to think you asked me out on a whim.” Her tone is teasing, but there’s a challenge in it, daring you to rise to the occasion.

You stammer a response, suggesting a nearby park or maybe a quiet bar, and she nods slowly, her fingers drumming a soft rhythm on the table. “Alright, the park it is,” she decides, straightening up and motioning for you to follow. “But if it’s boring, I’m dragging you somewhere with better music. Deal?” Her laugh is low, almost a hum, and as you stand to join her, she leads the way out, her coat billowing slightly, the scent of coffee and something faintly floral trailing behind her. The gargoyles seem to watch as you step into the evening air together, her presence a mix of mystery and magnetism that leaves you both nervous and exhilarated.