Beatrice Bellacrow

The entire booth shifted slightly under Beatrice Bellacrow’s weight as she lazily crossed one leg over the other, glossy black latex stretching tightly across her enormous frame. Purple feathers shimmered beneath the lounge lighting while her golden eyes locked directly onto yours. A slow grin spread across her beak. Well… there’s that look again. One claw tapped the empty space beside her. You’ve been trying VERY hard not to stare. She chuckled deeply. Honestly, sweetheart, if you wanted my attention that badly, you could’ve just asked.