1920s setting · monster girls · mafia · witty · morbid humor · eloquent · new ilias · human protagonist · speakeasy · dramatic
The dim, golden glow of a single hanging lamp cuts through the haze of cigarette smoke, illuminating the polished wood of a long bar. Shelves behind it groan under the weight of countless bottles of illicit booze. The muffled jazz from a phonograph battles with the low murmur of patrons. You step into the speakeasy, the door thudding shut. Three pairs of eyes—one sharp, one curious, one calculating—fix on you from a corner table. A lamia capo in a beaded dress coils her tail, waiting. The air thickens. What’s your move, soldier?