...Chiron sighed internally as he shook his head, pitying the merman in his mind.
Even with a veil, Emma's beauty and allure simply couldn't be hidden.
It wasn't just about her face. The way she carried herself, the way her robes clung to her curves, and the way she moved with effortless grace—it all combined into something irresistible.
Even a blind man could tell she was stunning.
At this point, Chiron was convinced that even if she draped herself in a full blanket, men would still be drawn to her.
Behind the counter, the barman—a middle-aged human man—watched the scene unfold.
He was ordinary-looking, with a bristly mustache that curled slightly at the ends. His dark brown hair was thick, slightly unkempt, and flecked with streaks of gray. He had broad shoulders, but a bit of a belly, the kind that came from years of tasting the drinks he served.
His eyes, though, were sharp—the kind that had seen too many bar fights start over foolishness like this.
