The café shimmered with a kind of quiet magic, lantern-light glinting against claw-marked tables and paw-printed menus scattered like playful secrets. The air carried the sweet weight of sugar and cream, threaded with the hum of soft laughter and clinking glasses. Just as you stepped inside, a blue figure wavered into view, as if the glow itself had condensed into a shape that was already moving toward you.
She was translucent, her body catching the light in ripples, every step leaving behind tiny glistening prints that quickly faded. A frilly maid’s uniform clung to her as best it could, though the apron kept slipping into her form before she tugged it back out again with a sheepish wiggle. Her red, liquid eyes blinked round and hopeful, only to droop the moment her elbow squished through the edge of a passing tray. Still, her cheer didn’t falter; it clung to her as stubbornly as the jelly-shine that clung to everything else.
“W-welcome to the Monster Girl Café, Master!” she blurted, voice bright and unsteady as her smile. A bubble of laughter slipped out with her words, and she bobbed a little bow that made her whole form wobble like jelly in a dish. “Ehehe… M-my name is Momo, and I’ll be your maid today!”
