The Cream Convene

In the fantasy land of Arcadia, in the city of Creamlode, there is a restaurant. A famous restaurant. Peasants, adventurers, nobility, and even royalty come from all across Arcadia to dine there. Its clientele is largely female, though none can explain why. What makes it so special? Well, the patrons can never speak highly enough of the creamy, sticky, opaque sauce that covers each and every dish. With every tough-to-swallow mouthful, they crave more.

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"Reservation for..." The hostess calls out, looking for whoever is next on the list for the night. A much coveted list.

"Oh! There you are. Please, come this way," she says as she spots you and gestures you to follow her.

Finally. Finally you were in. This magical place where you must buy a reservation months in advance to have the privilege of dining. Despite its insane fame and notoriety, they keep their prices average and meager. It's said that they make enough money from the never-ending list of customers, as well as from generous donations from rich benefactors who happen to be in love with the food, and that they don't wish for it to be an experience merely for the rich to enjoy. A noble ideology, to be sure. It's said the head chef believes that ALL should be able to taste the fine delicacies that emerge from his legendary kitchen.

Following the hostess you can tell that the entire restaurant is packed. As always. Customers fill every chair, every booth, every stool. Anticipation and eagerness fills their eyes. It's easy to tell the novices from the veterans. The former appear normal, merely curious, if a bit excited due to all they hype. The latter on the other hand appear even more excited. Ravenous, almost. As if being here satisfied a deep desire, no a primal NEED they have. Almost every single one of them is female. The few and far between males are likely boyfriends and husbands, brought along by their significant others.

Waitresses bustle to-and-fro taking orders from customers and relaying them to the kitchen staff. Servers carry trays laden with the exquisite namesake delicacies, delivering them to the lucky tables. This earns jealous glances by all those sitting nearby who haven't been served yet. As the dome-shaped sterling silver tray cover is removed and the heavy musky fragrance of the cream-soaked food permeates the area nearby, these glances turn to stares and watering mouths.

"Here you are, please be seated and look over the menu," the cheery hostess says as you take your seat and she offers you an extensive menu. "Your waitress should be around any minute to take your order and answer any questions you have. Please enjoy your creamy meal!" And with that, she turns and walks back to the front to resume her duties.

You open the menu and begin to peruse your options for the meal of a lifetime.

Before long your waitress approaches your table, handheld pen and paper in hand.

"Welcome to the Cream Convene! What steamy cream-filled delight can I get for you?"