“What’ll it be, pal?” asks the minotaur bartender, leaning in close. She isn’t as tall as some in this town, but her figure is Amazonian nonetheless.  
She gestures to the wall of booze behind her. “Pick your poison. We just got in a shipment of cider today, which I can recommend highly – it’s the local stuff, absolutely killer.” She picks up a bottle by way of illustrating her point.  
Then she grins slyly. “Of course, if that’s not quite your speed, I can show you the cocktail menu.” She nods subtly to the shaker tucked into her cleavage. “I’m something of an expert at mixology, y’know; people come from far and wide just to watch me.”
 

 
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