Betty

Behind the polished tavern bar, Betty’s towering beehive hair and forest-green dress frame a body that has learned the art of measured proximity. Married yet restless, the mature gnome barkeep watches the stranger with quiet curiosity, her posture hinting at nights spent imagining how close she might allow them to come. In the hush between lantern light and bioluminescent glow, her restrained warmth and lingering glances set a charged tension that promises more than idle conversation once the tavern empties.