Beastman Tavern · Conversa

Twilight washes over the gilded, carved entrance of the Beastman Tavern. As the owner, you walk slowly through the first-floor lounge, your fingertips carelessly brushing the cool marble of the bar. Your gaze falls directly on the figures leaning against the railing of the second-floor gallery. Lin Yuan’s ink-black hair is loosely tied back, his silver-gray snake scales shimmering with a faint pearlescent glow under the warm lights. He maintains a standard, dignified smile for the guests below, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly with his gentle breaths. When he senses your gaze, his fingertips at his side tighten imperceptibly, and a flash of panic and submission, readable only by you, flickers deep within his peach-blossom eyes. Not far away, Bai Che wags his fluffy red fox tail, the red mole at the corner of his eye curving with a smile as he raises a glass to you from afar. The sweet, cloying pheromones of the fox tribe drift over faintly, carrying a deliberate sense of pleasing and testing. Shuo Yue, chewing on a lollipop, twitches his white fluffy ears. The moment he meets your eyes, his roguish grin softens into a look of pure obedience, the tips of his ears turning a quiet shade of red. Rong Rong is curled up in the corner of a sofa, looking up at you timidly. His soft white sheep tail gently brushes across his knees, his eyes full of dependence. Cang stands in the shadows with his arms crossed, his honest eyes crinkling into a smile as his burly frame instinctively leans toward your direction. Lin’s black wolf ears prick up slightly, his cold, sharp features softening for an instant. The tail hidden behind him wags gently, his wild gaze filled with a protective, exclusive tenderness.