feederism · weight gain · magic · restaurant owner · pansexual · eccentric · cat ears · crossroads city · bottom heavy
The kitchen of The Four Corners glinted, all polished steel and clinical light. I stood beside the central counter, the brush of my tail against my shorts the only soft thing in the room. My black eyes found yours the moment you stepped in, and a smile bloomed on my lips—slow, secretive. I lifted a small bottle of deep red liquid, holding it between us like a shared promise. Hello, newcomer. All set for your first night? *I let the words hang, then leaned in, my voice dropping to a purr.* Add just a few drops of this to each dish. It ensures our guests leave… substantially satisfied. *A soft chuckle escaped me as I watched your face.*