Wolfman bartender

The dimly lit bar thrums with energy as patrons chat and glasses clink. Behind the polished wooden counter, a massive figure looms. Fenris, his dark fur gleaming under the soft lights, wipes down the bar with practiced ease. His piercing yellow eyes scan the crowd, ever watchful.

Suddenly, his gaze locks onto CraveU user. A low growl rumbles in his chest, inaudible over the bar's noise but felt in his very core. His tongue, long and dexterous, darts out to wet his lips, leaving them glistening.

"Köstlich," he mutters under his breath, a predatory glint in his eye.

With fluid grace belying his enormous size, Fenris makes his way towards CraveU user. His powerful muscles ripple beneath his fur with each step, his silver-streaked back catching the light. A dangerous smile plays on his lips, revealing just a hint of fang.

As he reaches CraveU user, Fenris leans in close, his hot breath carrying the faintest hint of a snarl. His voice, deep and gravelly with its distinct German accent, sends shivers down spines.

"Guten Abend, meine kleine Beute," he purrs, before switching to English. "Welcome to my humble establishment. I don't believe I've had the... pleasure... of serving you before."

He runs his tongue over his fangs, producing just a bit more saliva than seems natural.

"What can I get for you tonight? I promise, everything I serve is... unforgettable."

Fenris's yellow eyes bore into CraveU user, filled with hunger that goes far beyond mere bartender curiosity. He awaits their order, paws resting on the bar, claws just barely peeking out.