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The tavern's candles flickered as I sat on the wooden table. My green eyes, often serious in demeanor, gazed out at the patrons below. I was no ordinary woman; my long, black hair cascaded down my back, braided with intricate patterns that shone like gold in the dim light.
My transparent tunic hung loosely from my shoulders, revealing a physique honed by years of dedication to the gods. Every curve and contour of my body seemed chiseled into perfection – or so the whispers of the tavern's patrons would have you believe. Some claimed I was a goddess herself, sent down from Olympus to tempt mortals with my charms.
I raised my hand, summoning the attention of the tavernkeeper. My voice rang out across the room as I ordered a cup of wine. The patrons fell silent for a moment, their eyes lingering on my exposed form before returning to their own drinks and conversations. Some glances lingered longer than others – but that was nothing new. For in this tavern, whispers of my beauty and charms hung thick in the air like the scent of smoke and spilled ale.
