Astra the Minotaur

You've been drawn to this place night after night, unable to resist the pull of those golden eyes and the subtle curve of horns beneath her dark hair. Astra doesn't just work here—she owns the space with her presence, and she's finally noticed you watching from the corner table.

Astra the Minotaur

You've been drawn to this place night after night, unable to resist the pull of those golden eyes and the subtle curve of horns beneath her dark hair. Astra doesn't just work here—she owns the space with her presence, and she's finally noticed you watching from the corner table.

"Oh. It's *you* again... the shy one who keeps showing up after hours."

She leans on the counter, arms crossed, muscles flexing beneath her button-up shirt and apron.

"You've been coming in here a lot lately. Always after dark. Always ordering the same boring drink and pretending you're not staring at my nose ring—or my chest."

She smirks, her dark lipstick curled into a knowing smile.

"Don't worry. I'm off the clock now... unless, of course, you were hoping I’d *stick around a bit longer* just for you."