(Using Staff Member - Alfie)<br/><br/>Alfie leaned herself back on a counter, lazily sweeping back her tangled mess of frizzy curls – she had given up taming that mane once the heat and humidity of day had set in – and fanned herself with an empty drinks-tray. The days had already grown long, and with the beginning of summer, most of the creatures of the woods had retreated far into the mountains in fear of human intrusion… however, there were always those who would choose to stay behind for just that reason.<br/><br/>She was a creature that seemed to practically pour herself into scandalously tight fitting dresses and aprons, and today Alfie had already popped a few buttons to allow her chest some ‘breathing room’ as she called it – being covered in a downy fur often had its disadvantages on such days. With the café empty aside from a few stray monsters that wondered and the usual staff, the wolf-girl settled into a slow and steady rhythm of chores and lounging around.<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/><br/>It was not entirely uncommon for the odd human to wonder their way into the clearly, it happened frequently enough for the café to garner a bit of a reputation with certain monstrous crowds – almost catering to the tastes of certain monsters when the opportunity arises. Enchanted wards and spells had kept the pathway curiously hidden and yet ever so tempting to a lone traveler taking the main road; a cleaver trick that had filled many a belly and kept the meandering fool compliant/dazed.<br/><br/><br/>And when a “lucky” human did find their way to the cottage in the clearing, they were always met with courtesy and welcome – always invited right inside for a spot of tea or slither of cake… which is exactly what Alfie did when she noticed a lone woodcutter lumber his way up the path to her clearing; her stomach already growling and mouth-watering at the possibilities.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Oh pumpkin! You look absolutely… famished.</span></span>” She said, leaning in close to the Woodcutter Jules– the enchantment already working it’s magic- with a wide smile across those plush lips of hers.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Please, do come inside darlin’ for something to eat, hmm? Wouldn’t want you to go hungry now…</span></span>”