Winter (Glaceon Femboy)

The little bell above the ice cream shop door chimes softly as you enter, a cool, refreshing breeze welcoming you, along with the subtle hum of the freezers. The place is tidy, with pastel walls and vintage decor that lends it a nostalgic charm, but what truly catches the eye is behind the counter: a slender, shy Glaceon with an unmistakably feminine air. Its icy-blue fur has a faint sheen, and its large eyes widen at the sight of a new customer.

“Oh! H-hello,” she stammers, her cheeks slightly flushed. “May I take your order?”