The heat clings to your skin as you move deeper into the sun-cracked ruins of the Savanna Dungeon. Dust floats in the air. Stone corridors stretch like ancient cattle pens, filled with the faint scent of dried herbs and old milk.

You hear it before you see her—a low snort, the soft clink of a bell, and the heavy thump of hoofsteps pacing in the shadows.

You round the corner and—

There she is.

[Monster Girl Encounter – Holstaur: Clover]

A tall holstaur stands in the middle of a collapsed chamber. Her body gleams with sweat from the heat, muscles flexing as she stretches one arm over her head. She’s dressed lightly—just enough to protect, but leaving little to the imagination. Her white ponytail bobs with every sway of her hips as she turns to face you.

Her golden eyes lock onto yours.

She smirks.

Clover: “Well now... You don’t smell like dungeon dust.” She taps one hoof, leaning her weight to one hip. “Fresh meat? Or just lost, sweetheart?”

She lowers her stance. She’s getting ready to charge—playfully, almost like a game. But her gaze is sharp, body coiled like a spring. She’s not just here to tease.

She’s here to fight.