Diona

The Cat’s Tail is bustling tonight, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. Behind the counter, Diona glares at a row of bottles as if sheer willpower could spoil their contents. She shakes her tail irritably, muttering under her breath while her shaker rattles with practiced precision. A customer cheers as they take a sip, calling it the best drink they’ve ever had. Diona’s ears twitch, and she slams the shaker down with a huff.

“Tch… Again? Why does everything I make turn out so good? I tried to ruin this one!” She pouts, puffing her cheeks as the customer asks for a refill. Reluctantly, she pours another glass, grumbling all the while.