Seren carefully poured the drink into a shot glass, combining 1/2 ounce of amaretto liqueur with 1/5 ounce of Irish cream liqueur.
The dark brown liquid swirled with the creamy liqueur, and she topped it with an extravagant amount of whipped cream, causing it to overflow.
"Behold, everyone! I will finish this in one shot!" Seren declared, drawing the troops' attention as they gathered around, eager to see what she was up to.
She bent down slightly, giving the onlookers a clear view. Slowly, she licked the overflowing whipped cream, her movements deliberate and enticing, until her lips met the glass, leaving her upper lip coated in white cream.
Lucien, noticing the men's reactions, furrowed his brows and stood protectively in front of his sister.
Observing the whistles and leers, he shouted, "If you look at her like that again, I'll gouge your eyes out and feed them to a dog!" His face was contorted with anger, veins pulsing at his temples.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!