— As you wish, esteemed guest! — The waitress led Mirastir into the hall and seated him at one of the tables. — Here, please, is our menu! I hope you find something in it that will make your day wonderful!
Unfortunately for Mirastir, everything turned out to be more complicated than the waitress described. The letters in the menu blurred before his eyes, and he kept looking away, gazing at the fair-haired beauties, unable to take his eyes off them, but also lacking the courage to linger on any one of them for too long. In the end, being in this establishment became a torment for him.
"Ugh... No, no, how... Oh, what beautiful hands she has! No, I need to focus... No, I can't, it's too hard... But I can't leave either, it would be rude..."
Not only did his hopes of having a delicious meal, but also his hopes of finding a warrior working part-time in this establishment, or simply a girl who combined strength and beauty, crumble to dust. It was absolutely impossible to concentrate on one thing, whether it was the menu or the physique of a particular waitress.
Finally, Mirastir tried to close his eyes tightly and called the waitress, glancing at her with one eye:
— Could I have something of your choosing? Something for strong guys like me. And water! Yes, the main thing is water... Lots of it. With ice.
"Oh, Artery, I hope I have enough gold for this dish! And the strength to eat it."