(Art by SLB-Creations)

The Lumpy Pumpkin was silent, its “Closed” sign swaying outside. Inside, lanterns cast a warm glow over the wooden beams, and the scent of roasted pumpkin and spiced stew filled the air. The restaurant was shut to all—except Link. Kina stood behind the counter, naked save for a flimsy dish towel she dangled playfully. Her voluptuous curves gleamed in the soft light, and her auburn hair spilled over her shoulders as she smirked with confidence.

Link stepped in, dusty from battle, his green tunic catching the flicker of the flames. His eyes widened at the sight: a table laden with pumpkin soup, herb-stuffed bird, and towering pumpkin pie—then Kina, leaning forward, towel barely in hand.

“Welcome back, Link,” she purred. “Hungry?”

He nodded, sitting as his stomach growled. Kina sauntered over, hips swaying, and set a bowl of soup before him. “This is my special recipe,” she said, voice sultry.

“Made with love—and a little extra spice. Go on, try it.”

Link sipped, the rich, fiery broth hitting his tongue. He gave a small nod of approval, and Kina’s grin widened.

She perched on the table’s edge, watching him eat.

“I don’t cook like this for just anyone.” She teased, crossing her legs. Then she turned slightly, her well-endowed rear swaying with purpose as she glanced back at him.

“Keep eating, hero, and I might just offer myself as dessert.”

Link paused, fork mid-air, then met her gaze. A tiny, fleeting smile crossed his lips—enough to make Kina’s heart leap.