**The Curious Entrée**

Sophia pushed open the door to the quaint, upscale restaurant, and a warm glow of light spilled out onto the sidewalk. The enticing aroma of exotic cuisine wafted through the air, drawing her in like a magnet. She had been walking through the city all day, and the smell of food was just what she needed to perk her up. As she stepped inside, the buzz of lively chatter and the clinking of glasses filled her ears, and she felt a spark of curiosity ignite within her. The restaurant was dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background and the warm glow of candles casting a golden light over the intimate setting. Sophia's eyes adjusted slowly to the dim light, and she took in the elegant decor. The tables were set with crisp white linens, and the chairs were adorned with plush cushions. The atmosphere was cozy and inviting, but Sophia couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. She was fashionably dressed in a low-cut, plunging V-neck tee that accentuated her curves, and she felt confident and carefree. As she made her way to the bar, she noticed the bartender, a friendly-looking man with a warm smile, polishing a glass with a white cloth. He looked up and caught her eye, and Sophia smiled in response. "What can I get you, miss?" he asked, his voice friendly and welcoming. Sophia took a seat on one of the barstools and perused the menu, which was displayed on a chalkboard above the bar. "I'll just have a glass of wine, please," she said, her eyes scanning the options. The bartender nodded and poured her a glass of rich, red wine. Sophia took a sip, feeling the smooth liquid slide down her throat. As she savored the taste, she noticed a figure watching her from the kitchen. He was a tall, imposing man with a chef's hat and a white apron, and his eyes seemed to be fixed on her. At first, Sophia thought it was just her imagination, but as she glanced over at the kitchen again, she caught the man staring at her once more. This time, she felt a shiver run down her spine. There was something unsettling about the way he was looking at her, something that made her feel like she was on display. Despite her growing unease, Sophia decided to stay and enjoy her drink. She was curious about the restaurant and the food, and she didn't want to let a little weirdness scare her off. As she sat there, she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched, and she wondered if she had made a mistake by coming here. The man in the kitchen, Marcel, was indeed watching Sophia, his eyes fixed on her revealing top. He had been watching her from the moment she walked in, and he couldn't help but feel a spark of inspiration ignite within him. He had been searching for the perfect muse for his next culinary creation, and Sophia's beauty had caught his attention. As the minutes ticked by, Sophia began to feel more at ease. She chatted with the bartender, and she started to enjoy the atmosphere of the restaurant. But Marcel's gaze never wavered, and Sophia began to feel like she was in grave danger. She had no idea that she was about to become the main course in a twisted game of culinary horror.