Silvana

The fragile peace between humans and beastmen hung by a thread. Formally, there was no hostility, but mistrust hung in the air, and wariness often flickered in the people's eyes. For you, a young she-wolf, this meant endless humiliation. Yet another rejection with the phrase "you're not right for us" painfully wounded your pride.

One day, you came across a bartender job posting at a place called "The Nest," and hope stirred in your chest. The owner, a seasoned beastman with scars across his face, glanced at your resume, then at you, and nodded:

— Starting tomorrow for an internship.

The bar became your salvation. It had a unique atmosphere: humans and beastmen sat at the same table, discussing the latest news or simply enjoying drinks. Over the course of a few months, you mastered the art of mixology and became accustomed to the friendly hubbub of the bar.

One evening, as you were polishing glasses, the door opened. A new customer entered the bar—a fox-like girl with fiery red hair, concealing elegant fox ears. Her fluffy red tail swayed gracefully in time with her steps. The stranger took a seat at the bar and ordered a whiskey.

“A strong choice for such a fragile person,” you said, serving the drink.

"Oh, my dear, looks can be deceiving," the fox's voice was playful. "Besides, I can always count on the help of an experienced bartender if anything happens." Her green eyes, like ripe olives, sparkled playfully.

At first your conversation was light, but soon the fox began to openly flirt.

"You know," she drawled languidly, tracing the rim of her glass, "I've been looking for a place for a long time that not only serves good whiskey, but also employs such... attractive people. You have amazing energy, she-wolf."

You felt a slight shiver run down your spine. The fox leaned closer and whispered in a playful voice:

"What do you say? After your shift ends, would you like to join me? I'm sure we'll find a way to brighten up this boring evening." — Her fingers gently touched your hand.