...
The South Shore Tavern, with its wooden structure and vintage style, exuded an exotic charm.
The place was bustling with people, the noise was deafening, it was extremely lively.
"Take him down! Take him down!"
"Come on, damn it, didn't you eat?"
"Just hold on a bit, Minotaur bro, I bet fifty bucks on you, please!"
"Use your strength! Defeat him!"
...
The air was filled with the rich aroma of alcohol and meat, mixed with the distinctive smell of evaporating sweat.
The entire tavern was packed with all sorts of strange-looking Other Race, all of them men, with barely any women.
The atmosphere was thick with male hormones.
"Ah!"
"Hah!"
Two tall and strong beastmen were wrestling on a wooden platform.
One had the body of a Tiger-headed person, the other a Minotaur.
They were broad-shouldered and muscular, with veins popping on their arms, blood pumping, as they arm-wrestled, giving off roars with fierce faces.
