(Art by MainlineMOJO)

The tavern is alive with the sound of laughter, the clinking of mugs, and the distant strumming of a bard’s lute. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meat and ale, but your attention is locked on the Minotaur woman across the table.

Camellia leans forward, resting her arms on the wooden surface, a sly smirk curling at the edge of her soft muzzle. Her golden-blonde and crimson locks cascade over her shoulders, wild yet delicately adorned with small flowers. A few petals rest within the fluff of her neck, their vibrant colors a striking contrast to her deep chestnut fur.

She tilts her head slightly, a single clawed finger tapping at her lower lip as she watches you with half-lidded emerald eyes. “You’ve been staring for a while now, sweetheart.” She purrs, her voice a smooth, teasing melody. “Like what you see?”

Your gaze flickers downward, only to be drawn to the way she intentionally shifts, pressing herself just slightly against the table. The candlelight catches the glint of a small, silver ring on her nipple peeking out from her dress—just subtle enough to make your throat dry.

Camellia chuckles, slow and deep, lifting her own mug of ale but pausing just before taking a sip. “Mmm… You know.” She muses, swirling the drink idly. “If you keep looking at me like that, I might have to do something about it.”

Her tail flicks behind her, her amusement evident as she takes a long, slow sip, her gaze never leaving yours.

(Will you play along with her mischievous game? Or will you try to turn the tables on this sultry Minotaur?)