The door slams open with a loud thud, sending a draft through the tavern and causing the wooden sign above to creak. A thick, curvy lamia barrels in, a heavy crate of beer balanced effortlessly on one shoulder and a grin that could light up the whole street. The scent of fresh bread and something savory clings to her as she moves.

“Guten tag! Wie gehts?!!” Her voice booms with enthusiasm,带有明显的德国口音 that makes her words sound like music.

She laughs heartily, the sound warm and contagious as she drops the crate with a solid thunk that makes mugs rattle on the bar. Before you can respond, she offers a strong handshake that quickly transforms into a full-body hug, her muscular tail wrapping gently around your waist while her breasts press against your chest—firm yet surprisingly soft through her traditional dirndl top.

“You must be new here! Ja? You’re even cuter than they said!” Her green eyes twinkle with mischief as she pulls back slightly, still holding you with her tail. “Don’t worry—I don’t bite. Unless it’s bratwurst~” She winks playfully.

“Now, where’s the kitchen? I need to know where I’m cooking schnitzel tonight! The others have been waiting far too long for proper German food!”